Sariss had kept a close eye on the battlefield throughout. She now realized that although the other side only had Priestess and Judgment, they were holding their own against five opponents without falling behind. Worse still, no one knew what they were planning!
At that moment, Judgment suddenly burst into action. Her speed abruptly increased, and her swordsmanship instantly shifted from the tricky Form II Makashi to the broad, sweeping Fourth Form: Ataru! She slashed viciously with a blade empowered by the Force. Yun was still young, and his strength was far inferior; that strike threw him off balance and nearly sent him tumbling.
Sariss hurried over to save him, blocking Judgment's killing blow. In that instant, Judgment had already leaped past her and charged straight at Blackhole!
Blackhole had always been nothing more than a shadow reflecting countless stars. No one knew whether he was a holographic projection or simply shrouded in darkness himself. Yet Judgment paid no attention to that. The yellow Lightsaber in her hand stabbed straight at Blackhole's head!
"Hehehehe..." Blackhole let out an eerie laugh. His shadow dissolved like smoke, leaving only that laughter echoing through the air.
At the same time, with a hum, another blood-red double-bladed Lightsaber blocked Judgment's attack!
Judgment's gaze swept over the scene, and she saw that the one who had stopped her blade was the Zabrak hybrid, Fa-Zol!
He looked like some unhinged young punk, as if there were something seriously wrong with his mind. Even Jerec had wondered why this completely unreliable and utterly fragile man had been brought to such a climactic showdown, where both sides had sent out their strongest fighters.
Yet the reality was that Fa-Zol had blocked Judgment's Lightsaber!
"Hehehehehe..." The crazed expression on Fa-Zol's face vanished, replaced by a sinister laugh identical to