He ignited his viridian lightsaber and thrust through a passage opening, coming upon the two combatants. His swing would block Sogar's slash at Cat, and then Sorn himself would step into view. He had beaten Sogar once; he could do it again.
Dashing forward with the Force, turning the corner as he reached out with his hand, Ruthric gripped the newly arrived Jedi. He attempted to pull his mass over to himself with tremendous force. It was unlikely that the Jedi would be able to defend against this until he was already on his way through the air, as he'd focused his attention on the Iktotchi Sith facing off with Cat. Without drawing his lightsaber, the Crusader clenched his prosthetic right arm into a fist and gathered the Force into a collection of compressed, kinetic energy. This would be far from lethal, but it would definitely show the Jedi that he was not one to be overlooked.
Sorn's reverie was suddenly broken when Ruthric rushed around the corner and grabbed him with the Force. Thankfully, every Padawan's basic training involved anti-Force tactics, and Sorn responded with a mild Force Push of his own, not enough to paste Ruthric against the wall, but enough to make him stumble, lose his balance, and break his concentration. This would also create another opening for Cat to attack. Sorn fell back to the floor, rising from one knee.
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Sorn raised his blade in an automatic parry and was immediately forced back; he could feel the inhuman, unnatural strength coursing through Sogar's veins. But Sorn used Form V, too. Two could play at that game.
Beads of sweat broke out on Sorn's face as he slowly, relentlessly pushed Sogar back, flooding his own limbs with Force energy in the manner of Djem So, until he was able to match Sogar in terms of strength. Amidst the effort, he smiled. This was his domain. One on one combat, straightforward and simple. He'd almost won last time, and this time he'd definitely pull it off.