The invisible fingers suddenly disappeared, Ray took a deep breath... and without hesitation rushed to the Inquisitor. In the next moment, the air seemed to harden in front of him and threw the captain against the wall, sensitively applying against the stones.
- Maybe you'll fight your opponent of your scale, traitor? - Suddenly, Anadi uttered her words clearly and loudly.
- Oh! How interesting! - The inquisitor made an elusive movement of the hand, and his fist was lit with a gloomy purple light and a fiery blade. - Who is it that we have?
- Death in a coat! - The green fire of another blade illuminated the girl's face, her squint eyes. Ray often froze. A Jedi? A follower of an ancient forbidden cult, one of those who from a certain moment was not even allowed to mention, but still whispered under the blanket. This is the number! At the time of the Republic of Queen I once saw one of them as a schoolboy, on Chardonnay's hometown. A big-headed gray-haired cerean named Ki-Adi-Mundi, dressed in a rude coat, as if a monk was wandering, came to the planet on a diplomatic mission... Ray repulsed the memories. Important things were happening right here and now, in front of his eyes. Two fire blades crossed with a beeping sound.
The inquisitor was attacking, strikes in one plane or the other, and every time something painfully yokalo in Quinn's heart. At first. After a few seconds, Ray began to realize that these terrible blows were not very dangerous for the opponent's skirt. The Jedike took away or blocked the red blade and retreated, not in a straight line, but to the side, forcing the patched Inquisitor to turn around and lose momentum. A much more serious threat was posed by short, almost without a swing, "spanking" with a fiery blade. After all, the lightsaber does not need the effort to burn a fragile living flesh. However, the Jedi has managed to cope with these insidious blows as well. Suddenly she bounced back, froze as if she had heard something. She said she was outraged:
- Are you dragging out the time? Oh, you dung beetle!
Simultaneously with these words, a second golden sword flashed in her left hand. The Jedi took a step, the second... and suddenly jumped over the Inquisitor's head. Ray ahnul: a stabbed upward, patched, almost put it on a purple blade! And yet he missed, but she unmistakably hit him on the top of the head with her knee. She landed, threw herself in the air, blocked the opponent's turn with a green blade, and, once again shortening the distance, poked the Inquisitor with a yellow sword on her side like a normal knife.
- They'll find you..." he squeaked with his non-white lips. - You killed the Inquisitor...
- You'd think you were my first," the girl snorted. She retreated from the falling body... and at that moment the same figures in ugly helmets, chained in white armor, started running out of the alleys on both sides.
Ray heard that during the war, the Jedi seemed to be easily dealt with alone with dozens of battle droids, but frankly, he didn't really believe it. Besides, the attacker is not a programmed tin, he has both experience and intuition. Help her, he thought, when half a platoon of attack aircraft - a section on the left, a section on the right - took blaster carbines for production.
- Surrender, Jedi! - The voice of the elder, reinforced with a vocoder, spread out across the street.
- It wasn't enough yet," the Jedi stood still, facing Ray and in profile to both the ranks of the soldiers, with the flaming swords down.
- Surrender or be destroyed!
- Yeah, of course," she paused for a second and suddenly commanded herself, "Fire!
This short word burst the tension, and the shooting started. Plasma spitting flew into the girl from both sides. The blades of swords suddenly turned into flaming fans, reminding Quinn of the Fiery Dance of Fondor. Only here was another action unfolding - the dance of death. Five or six soldiers fell immediately, killed by their own shots or deflected plasma comrade on the opposite side. And the Jedi came into motion, drawing two crazy zigzags with swords. She jumped up to one soldier, pierced with her sword, reflected the shots of her neighbors, and in a moment she was on the other side, and the new white figure fell on the permacritus. Quinn watched it as if in slow motion. A few long, heavy seconds, and in front of the restaurant lying nineteen stationary attack aircraft in the center - their boss in a red bandana.
What a girl, Ray thought admiringly. Not just cute and smart, but also a real fighter, just like him, Quinn! He dreamed of such a successful game all his life!