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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dr Midnight" data-source="post: 1627602" data-attributes="member: 69"><img src="http://www.dr-midnight.com/starwars/cwimages/chapter3.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> Magnus growled “Yash. You said Pock wouldn’t be harmed.”Yet chuckled and waved a finger. “Ah-ah, I said neither I nor my men would harm him.”Pock cast his eyes up, feeling for which booth had his master in it. He found it, and tried to imagine what Magnus would guide him to do. His concentration was rudely wrenched forward as Boba Fett fired at him. Pock deflected the blast, the crowd roared, and the fight was on. Pock began running across the tiles. Beneath the two meter square glasteel hovertiles he could see the deadly drop to the tentacles swirling in the muck below. Off to his right, one of the tiles suddenly fell. A tile behind him did the same. All the while, Fett repositioned himself, stepping lightly, never taking his gaze from the young Jedi rushing him from across the arena. He fired rapid blasts that were roundly deflected. Boba Fett was quickly running out of space. He changed his strategy and thumbed a button on his blaster. He fired a blurred blue circle across the arena and hit Pock. The stun bolt didn’t take, though, and Pock kept his footing. He kept running and nimbly ran around a square as one of the tiles fell. The tiles were falling at the rate of one every three seconds. Within three minutes there’d be nowhere left to stand. Pock reached Boba and cut out at him. The young bounty hunter’s apprentice dodged with remarkable speed, but a second swing gashed his armor. Boba rolled backward and up to a kneeling position, extending his left arm. A thin cable shot out and would have wrapped completely around Pock, but the padawan sliced the cable into four parts that skittered off in different directions around them. Boba dodged two more lightsaber cuts, then darted through an opening and ran to increase the distance between them. He knew that close combat would go poorly for him. Pock turned on his heel and ran after Boba. He got four steps before the tile he was on dropped beneath him. For a moment he fell with it, but his quick arms snapped out and grasped the rim of the remaining tiles. He pulled himself back up and continued his pursuit.Boba fired more stun shots. He was apparently looking to incapacitate Pock, if for now. Pock closed the distance again and began attacking Fett in earnest. Boba stood his ground this time. He held up his arm and with a CHAKK noise curved, razor-sharp blades sprouted from his forearms’ gauntlets. He began slicing and punching at Pock, who stepped back a bit to allow him room to dodged the other youngster’s quick strikes. The lightsaber slashed Boba several times on the legs and arms. The armor absorbed a lot of the damage, but blood oozed slowly from the smoking wounds. The floor dropped away beneath them. The crowd gasped with pleasure as both fighters began to fall. Both managed to cling to the sides and pull themselves up. Boba was faster, though, and he rolled to his feet, pulling out his pistol in one smooth motion and shooting Pock with it. Pock was struck in the back with a stun bolt as he stood from the edge of the pit. His limbs froze up and he couldn’t move at all. The audience cheered lustily as Fett walked up to the Jedi. “Jedi dog,” Boba hissed. “You and your kind have all got this coming. I’ll start with you.” He grasped Pock’s hanging padawan braid and cut it quickly with his gauntlet blades, then fastened it to his belt. He took Pock’s lightsaber and studied the colored blade up close. The green light reflected in his helmet’s visor.Fett casually turned and walked a few paces away. He hefted the lightsaber and paused. “This will be quite fitting, I think. You’re going to die the way my dad did.” He began to run at Pock. Jaren, in the viewing booth above, leaned over and whispered “Do we move? He’s about to get shorter…”Magnus seemed strangely calm. “Not yet. I’ve trained him too well.” Pock’s forehead gleamed with sweat. His body was frozen stiff and he was completely defenseless. His mind, though, was free. Pock concentrated. He called upon the Force, and felt it answer. The glasteel tile Boba Fett was just about to set his foot down on turned upright, spilling Boba down its front like a slide. Boba held fast to the side and pulled himself up. He was alive, but the maneuver had bought Pock several precious seconds. He began to feel the feeling come back into his hands. His fingers tingled with pinpricks and his fingers twitched reflexively.Boba Fett reclaimed his footing on the floor, which was now half gone. Only a rickety checkerboard of surface area remained of the arena’s floor. Boba lunged at Pock, swinging the lightsaber for the padawan’s neck. Pock reached up with his left hand and caught the hilt of his lightsaber in his hand, stopping its swing. At the same time his right hand rushed out and pushed at the air, and Boba was launched backward. He slammed into the still upright tile that Pock had turned with his mind, then fell straight down, screaming as he did. He splashed into the water below and the tentacles twisted after him below the surface.“The WINNER,” the announcer voice yelled. “POCK SIRUS, JEDI PADAWAN!!!” It had been a great fight and the crowd were all on their feet cheering thunderously. Jaren cast his eye to one of the guards in the room. The guard winked at him and made a barely perceivable gesture. Jaren nodded. Mikau and Magnus saw it but didn’t care to ask at the moment. Magnus faced Yet Yash, body tensed to spring. His hand floated near where the pilfered lightsaber rested in his tabard. “Yash,” Magnus said. “What now?”Yash turned with a smile. “What do you mean, ‘what now’? You all are free to go.”Magnus blinked with surprise. He hadn’t expected that.More to come… </blockquote>

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