Aiden lost focus… a mistake. His enemy ran, and he blindly gave chase… a mistake. He leaped after her, not paying attention to his surroundings… a mistake. And it was those mistakes that would cost him.
Clearing the barricade, he hadn’t touched ground yet as blaster fire flew toward a glinting metal object in his peripheral vision. The Force screamed the danger as he saw the mine, realizing what was beneath him. A momentary panic took over as the hairs of his arms stood up. Fear overtook his mind as the Balance Adherent instinctively attempted to summon a barrier before him, but the coming explosion was too quick. A bright flash erupted as he turned his eyes away. He felt the heat even through his armor like it was trying to melt him.
The sheer impact of the blast sent him careening into the air, pain wracking his body. His mind went blank from shock, unable to comprehend at first his detrimental situation. He should have died. Luckily for him, his armor absorbed the brunt of the damage, but stabbing pain in his leg and side alerted him to clear injuries he had sustained from the blast. His muscles burned, his bones ached and he heard nothing but a sharp ringing chord in his ears. His vision was blurred, and the Arconan fell from the sky.
The lightsaber hilts he once held had ripped free from his grip. Realizing his predicament, he grasped the fibro-cord grappling hook off of his belt and launched it towards a nearby building. The hook grasped metal, and Aiden’s cybernetic arm jerked hard as the rope went taut. He swung down, slamming into a container wall. He was still several feet in the air, but his deceleration may have saved his life.
Releasing the grappling hook, he dropped hard, landing on his feet momentarily as the searing pain in his leg overtook him. Looking at his injury, he saw blood spewing from an open wound. A piece of shrapnel had lodged into his leg. With shaking hands he pulled the metal free, grunting in agony.
The Mandalorian lay in the dust cloud, catching his breath and attempting to heal his wounds with the Force. The process was rough, slowed by the damage he had sustained from the blast. So focused was he that he forgot about the fight, even for just the moment. His enemy didn't matter, only his life mattered. The goals he had. Desires unfulfilled.
The wound began to close, the skin stitching together at a sedate pace. A faint hiss, barely measurable against the loud ringing in his head, broke his concentration. He knew that sound well. A new pang of fear overroad his sense of security. The fight wasn't over yet, and the Togorian wasn't going to let him heal any further.
Desperately he looked around, dust blurring most of his vision. On the opposite side of the alleyway, he saw familiar glinting silver. Reaching out, he pulled one of his lost hilts to his grasp, and upon activation the silvery white blade burst forth, silent amidst the ever-rising sounds in the air. The ringing in his ear slowed ever so slightly replaced only by the resounding violent hiss of Katrila's blade.
Aiden took a deep breath as he began to stand up. His needs changed as he began centering himself in the Force’s warm embrace. Healing would have to wait, but his soreness and affliction needed to be silenced. Years of training paid off as the Force nullified his pain, at least enough that he could move. A form rushed his way, a guttural scream revealing her position. With his injuries, only his experience could save him now.
The red blade slashed forward, seemingly harder and with more strength behind it than the Arconan had noticed from his enemy before. Aiden held his hilt defensively, the white blade protecting his chest. He turned to his side and parried the crimson lightsaber away. His movements were short, fluid, and precise. He could not afford to exert himself too much, lest he run the gambit of facing an early death. Focused countering was the best option against Katrila’s more explosive and ferocious attacks.
She fought like a wild beast, intent only on destroying her enemy. He responded; a controlled Master who knew what he needed to do to survive, but even he knew that he couldn’t keep it up forever. She was trying to wear him down. The longer this fight went on, the closer he got to defeat. His parries were slowly weakening, but her strength had yet to ebb. Aiden merely looked for his opening, wherever he could find and capitalize on it.
The two Force Users fought through the streets of the shanty town arena, as spectators watched from the coliseum. It was yet to be clear whose bets would be successful and who would walk out with fewer credits. Aiden’s concentration was broken only by a warning in the back of his mind. Behind him, a turret opened from one of the makeshift walls and aimed directly at his back. As Katrila’s constant assault barreled down on him, he acted, rolling to the left instead of defending the blow. Her lightsaber scraped against the side of his beskar, the silver and black metal glowing red from the contact. The turret fired.
The Togorian’s senses hadn’t reacted in time, and she could do nothing but watch as the red blaster fire charged forward, slamming into her armor. The force of impact knocked her off her feet, and Aiden took the opening. He jerked forward, his silver blade raised up, before thrusting down into her shoulder. The searing pain of the lightsaber overwhelmed her. With a rasping scream, Katrila’s saber hilt fell from her grasp. The Sith fought to catch her breath, her vision wavering as tears of agony fell from her cat-like eyes.
Aiden ripped out his saber and hurled it at the turret. The blade spun through the air and upon reaching its target, cleaved the automated weapon into scrap metal before returning to its master’s hand. He disengaged the blade and returned it to his belt.
Kneeling next to his opponent he began to heal her wound, knowing he had limited strength. He just wanted to put a delay on her returning to the Force, for the moment at least. He spoke with calm words and respect. “For what I said before, those disparaging remarks, I apologize. You are a formidable foe, and I am honored to have had this bout with you. Until we next meet, in this life… or the next.”
Her eyes bore into his as she gave an annoyed smirk beneath her cowl. “Go… frack yourself… with your honor.” the Togorian gritted out, no longer able to ward off the overwhelming pain before passing out.
Aiden pushed himself back onto his feet. He stood victorious. Limping off, he had a sole goal in mind before he could stop to heal. He needed to recover his other blade. The Mandalorian only hoped his coming matches would end up being this intense.
He felt alive. He was alive.