Sheik flew across the room, and into a pillar. It cracked and dust bellowed. He slammed to the ground, but used the force to cushion his landing--but it still looked like it hurt. Aeris had power to her, strength that Dren hadn’t seen before. She was stronger than he had remembered. She was always stronger than him, faster, better even, but it was still so strange to see her so grown up. She was different.<br/><br/>Sheik and Asha both met their opponents, and were pushed into another room. Dren held his lightsaber ready, the hum of it droning with the wails and hits of the other lightsabers caught in battle. Dren took one foot back, ready in a stronger fighting stance, holding his saber out, as he watched Aeris come towards him.<br/><br/>She landed to the ground, the fabric of her clothes gently flapping, a bit of dust pushing to the side of her landing. She was so graceful, beautiful even. Dren tried his best to keep his emotions in check. He knew her when he was young, and she could read him like a book. Yet now, older and more trained, he closed off his mind, clearing it of all thought, just as his meditations had taught him to do. He didn’t want her to have the upper hand by reading his feelings. He could still feel that connection between them, something tying them together.<br/><br/>Dren couldn’t help draw his attention away to his two companions battling two sith. The dangers they faced, he wanted to help. Yet if he moved the wrong way, she might attack. He didn’t want to believe she would, but clearly he didn’t know her anymore. The Aeris he knew wouldn’t dream of it, yet her companions were trying to kill two Jedi, and she didn’t seem to even care. She had no lightsabers ignited. Still, he kept his open, ready. He didn’t know the person in front of him. He didn’t know what she was capable of. What tricks she could play on him.<br/><br/>“Hello Dren,” she told him. Her voice, smooth as ever. It was calm, caring, the words felt warm and embracing. He closed his eyes for a split moment to breath, keeping his force presence always aware, lest she decide to attack right at that moment. He breathed out and opened his eyes. He pushed out all thoughts. Her face, it said many things, yet nothing at all. He couldn’t tell what she was feeling.<br/><br/>Still, one emotion boiled to the surface of his calmed mind. Disappointment. “So, this is what you’ve become?” he told her with his own calm voice, unable to say much more.<br/><br/>“Ah!” screamed Asha to his right. Dren snapped his head and saw that the cybernetic sith she was battling had managed to slice a wound into the side of her torso. She jumped back, holding onto the smoldering gash. As the sith raised his lightsaber, Dren acted quickly. He turned away from Aeris, not caring if she would attack, and flew towards the battle. He managed to just land his blade in time to block it from cutting Asha down. Dren spun around and kicked the sith in the back, sending him to the ground, giving enough time for Asha to regain her composure.<br/><br/>Asha swung her blade at the Sith, and so did Dren. The sith managed to block both and attempted to swing back, but Dren jumped back, then came around for another swing...