Bir could feel the embers on his charred cloak being stoked with life, burning further into his already blackened shoulder. While his hide was strong enough to withstand one direct encounter from the flames of battle, this would prove to be too much and would render his arm useless if he did not intervene. Fortunately since they were only smoldering embers and not yet a full fledged flame Bir had the opportunity to react, only further prolonged by Aziz’ bold sacrifice that would keep the focus of the other Master’s from any immediate assaults on himself.
Ceasing his effort from drawing the Iridonian in, a now pointless endeavor as the Jedi closed in on his own accord, Bir’s left hand rose and combatted Crix’ efforts by pulling the evolving flames away from his shoulder into an orb at his side. The distance between Crix and Bir closed as the Iridonian closed and as he prepared to draw his blade back, Bir activated his saber once again taking a step back whilst holding his blade up vertically in the path of Crix’ and keeping it from searing into his midsection as intended.
Struggling to meet Crix’ strength with his own as the blades locked in position, Bir held with all his might whilst his left hand swept forth. The collected flames fanned out before Crix, threatening to sear into his face and chest if he did not back away, though even if he did the Kel Dor was prepared to take another step back or push the attack, whichever was required.
”Fall back!”
He heard the order from his leader. He knew he should follow it. Live to fight another day, as some would say but Bir did not come here to simply turn around and run. Aziz had once been considered a traitor in his own eyes. An agent of the Jedi sent to infiltrate and liberate Denon. Instead, he was as loyal and devout to the Empire as himself. He had given his life in an effort to hurt those Bir had once believed were Aziz’ peers. He had sacrificed himself and granted the Eternal the opportunity needed for them to escape. He, like Bir, had something to prove here today after Denon. He would not simply run away and accept another defeat. He had become a running joke, but the laughs stopped today.
Soldiers and Sith alike retreated to the forests of Yavin. Cheers of victory were heard from the defenders echoing all around. Yet Bir stayed. He would not run. He could not. No, he would rather die ensuring the Eternal’s escape, even if that meant standing against some of the greatest Jedi the Order had to offer all alone.
Ceasing his effort from drawing the Iridonian in, a now pointless endeavor as the Jedi closed in on his own accord, Bir’s left hand rose and combatted Crix’ efforts by pulling the evolving flames away from his shoulder into an orb at his side. The distance between Crix and Bir closed as the Iridonian closed and as he prepared to draw his blade back, Bir activated his saber once again taking a step back whilst holding his blade up vertically in the path of Crix’ and keeping it from searing into his midsection as intended.
Struggling to meet Crix’ strength with his own as the blades locked in position, Bir held with all his might whilst his left hand swept forth. The collected flames fanned out before Crix, threatening to sear into his face and chest if he did not back away, though even if he did the Kel Dor was prepared to take another step back or push the attack, whichever was required.
”Fall back!”
He heard the order from his leader. He knew he should follow it. Live to fight another day, as some would say but Bir did not come here to simply turn around and run. Aziz had once been considered a traitor in his own eyes. An agent of the Jedi sent to infiltrate and liberate Denon. Instead, he was as loyal and devout to the Empire as himself. He had given his life in an effort to hurt those Bir had once believed were Aziz’ peers. He had sacrificed himself and granted the Eternal the opportunity needed for them to escape. He, like Bir, had something to prove here today after Denon. He would not simply run away and accept another defeat. He had become a running joke, but the laughs stopped today.
Soldiers and Sith alike retreated to the forests of Yavin. Cheers of victory were heard from the defenders echoing all around. Yet Bir stayed. He would not run. He could not. No, he would rather die ensuring the Eternal’s escape, even if that meant standing against some of the greatest Jedi the Order had to offer all alone.