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Blades clashed together loudly, black energy against green energy.
Coward against youth.
Child against veteran.
Traitor against traitor.
Sabine pushed up against Gar with all her might, Ezra's Lightsaber biting into her palm through her gloves. She was not about to lose this fight... Not now... Not when they were so close to victory.
"You're so weak, girl! A child playing with a Jedi weapon, you don't deserve that armor!" Saxon hollered, breaking the saber lock before beginning a vicious onslaught that forced Wren to back up with her blocking getting knocked off balance.
"Liar! You turned against Mandalore, turned us into slaves to the Empire. Destroyed what we are..." Sabine jumped back quickly when Saxon swung at her, she twisted slightly to and fro almost like a dancer. The Darksaber striking empty air.
Sabine reactivated her weapon and went on the offensive, striking fast and wide. She smirked slightly as she remembered the form Kanan used during their training, she copied the form almost easily save for a small flaw. Her hand went behind her back, her weapon moving in a wide arc of stabs, the occasional block, more thrusting of her blade.
Sabine bent her arm slightly and struck Saxon in the face with her elbow, causing him to stumble. The two charged at each other before performing a small execution spin, the Mandalorians got face-to-face, both in the same position. But something was wrong...
The young Mandalorian's face twisted slightly in pain, causing her gaze to lower to the black energy blade going through her chest, her own weapon powered down with a quiet hiss, falling to the ground as Gar Saxon grabbed Sabine by the shoulder and pulled her closer, the Darksaber sliding effortlessly through her a bit more. The blade of dark energy went entirely through her back, Saxon smiled viciously as he saw blood run from Sabine's mouth slightly, some of the scarlet liquid staining the ice below.
Saxon pulled the blade from the young woman's chest slowly, stepping back as the child fell to the ice below with a heavy thud.
"Die well, little warrior. You fought valiantly." Saxon turned to see Ursa and Tristan Wren approach, a smile spreading on his face before he felt something go through his chest, he looked down to see a blade of green energy stabbing through his back and chest.
Gar Saxon fell slowly to the ice, revealing Sabine right behind him, her own weapon falling from her grasp before she too collapsed, getting caught by Ursa immediately.
Sabine could hear Ezra land and rush over, she heard him panting before the boy slid to a stop beside her, yelling for someone, anyone to help her. She looked over, seeing Kanan kneel beside her calmly, she let out a choked laugh, her chest burning from the pain.
"Sabine. You did good, just... Rest." Kanan said softly, reaching forward to brush the teen's hair back from her face. His blind eyes stung beneath his blastshield visor, causing him to remove it and place it aside. Kanan breathed shakily and placed his hand on the wound, soothing the pain just a little so the end would be less painful for her.
"There. That should make it easier... Sabine... Nhi kar'taylir gar darasuum, ner ad." The Jedi whispered softly, remembering the bit of Mando'a he had learned when Sabine joined the crew. Kanan closed his white eyes slowly as he felt the energy slip away, her life leaving her before a soft sigh of death escaped the teen as her head rolled to the side slightly.
Kanan opened his eyes slowly and raised his head, his Force Sight allowing him to see the turmoil in Ezra's soul as the boy stared at the dead body of the girl he saw as his sister. The crew had come a long way... But now their family was just one member short, a very important member...
"She will be given a funeral, per tradition. Despite being outsiders... You two may attend. It is what she would have wanted." Ursa whispered, meeting Kanan's white eyes before continuing, "If you wish... You may have a secondary one, so your allies may pay their respect."
A soft nod was all she received from the Jedi, a nod of understanding.