Sidious vs. Dream Sisters
The spinning rings of lightsabers whirled at high speed, tearing through the air as their buzzing merged into one continuous sound.
Fifth Brother and Thirteenth Sister stood to the left and right, working in perfect coordination. This was a tactic commonly used in the Imperial Inquisitorius training system. The two often carried out missions together and understood each other without a word.
The two spinning blades formed an almost impenetrable web of destruction. Any enemy who tried to approach would be shredded to pieces.
If it had been an ordinary Jedi Knight facing such an assault, they would either turn and flee or be left helpless beneath the high-speed spinning lightsabers in the very first exchange, disarmed and then slain.
But Priestess was no ordinary Jedi Knight.
She looked at the two spinning rings of light, a cold smile curling across her lips.
"Instead of practicing your swordsmanship and the Force properly, you expect these electric-fan contraptions to make up for it?" Her voice was not loud, yet it brimmed with mockery. "After leaving the Jedi Order, you truly turned yourselves into clowns."
A flicker of anger flashed in Fifth Brother's metal-like eyes, while Thirteenth Sister's breathing grew somewhat heavier.
What the Inquisitors hated most was having their past as Jedi apprentices brought up. It meant failure, betrayal, choosing fear over courage, and clinging to the strong instead of holding fast to their beliefs.
And Priestess had struck that scar with perfect precision.
"You have also fallen to the Dark Side! You have no right to criticize us, Depa Barris!" Fifth Brother roared.
The spinning lightsaber in his hand swept toward Priestess's neck like a massive circular saw. At the same time, Thirteenth Sister flanked her from the side, her blade sealing off Priestess's retreat.
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