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Naboo - Late Afternoon
Silas spun, his lightsaber whirling through the air to block on of the cultists strikes. He had been tracking this group for sometime, finally catching up to them outside a small town on Naboo. They must have figured out he was on their tail as they had laid a trap for him, and Silas had walked right into it.
He was now outnumbered 8-to-1, with no real way to escape. The young Jedi Knight ducked another attack meant to take his head and severed both of the legs of one of the cultist. He turned to intercept another attack, sliding his blade along his enemies, until he plunged the blade into the cultist stomach. As he pulled the blade free, a hot searing pain shot from his leg. He spun to find the legless cultist had pulled out a wicked knife, gleaming with some type of liquid had cut him along his lower leg.
With a howl of pain, he swung the sword down, ending the cultist life. He took a step back as the remaining six cultist approached him wearily, smiles growing on their faces. The pain from the cut did not fade like normal minor cut should have. It burned with the same intensity that it did when he first received it.
Silas found himself with his back against a large stone, leg beginning to feel sluggish. He braced himself for their final attack.