Well. There's definitely somone attuned to the Dark Side here. Although there's something off about their connection to the Force, something almost painful.

-And they're probably aware of him. They seem, somehow, to be waiting.

A trap; how wonderful. 

He's almost certainly lost whatever element of surprise he might have possessed, but he cloaks himself in the Force as best he can anyway before leaving his ship. If nothing else, perhaps it will fool them into underestimating his abilities. 

And now to go Sith-hunting, tracking that Dark presence in the Force. 

They aren't trying to hide themself. They aren't flaunting themself either.

Their presence tracks to a building, tucked away somewhat in a rocky crag - there's not an easy way to approach it under cover. They're definitely inside though.

He sends one last update back to his ship, logging the location on the off-chance it might be useful in the event of his death. Not that he's expecting to die, but he didn't get to be one of the youngest Knights in half a century by only planning for success. 

Something in him rebels at the directness of bursting through the front door, but if it's the only option he'll take it. 

While the door is the main option, there does appear to be a narrow way down one side of the building, and there seems to be an access door on the roof?

Dropping down from the roof would be suitably dramatic, not that drama should be a consideration in any battle plan.

Now he's thinking, it also seems too obvious. He's well aware that trying to outsmart his opponent could lead him around in circles of logic trying to figure out how to surprise someone who's expecting the unexpected, but if they're at all intelligent they'll be expecting an approach from any of the three possible entrances. 

The front door might, in fact, be the superior option, just for the reduced likelihood that he'll impale himself directly onto the Sith's blade when he enters. 

Lightsaber at the ready, he busts the door open with a tiny explosive, standing to the side to avoid an initial strike if it comes. 

BOOM. 

What comes through the door is blaster-fire of all things. Two shots, and then nothing.

Oh, joy, both of them have learned more tricks than waving around a deadly glowstick. He can deal with a blaster.

He whirls out from cover and lets momentum carry him forward into the room, 'saber held in front of him to deflect the next shot if it comes. It's time to see who or what he's dealing with. 

No shot is forth-coming. There's a figure stood, seemingly relaxed, blaster in one hand, unignited 'saber in the other. It's hard to tell if they're male or female.

There's also an ancient model of droid stood to one side of the room, seemingly inactive.

He doesn't need to see the blade ignited to know its colour. This close, the Sith is unmistakable in the Force. 

Jerex spares only a single glance for the droid, just long enough to register its inactive state. Dismissing it as unlikely to be a threat, he focuses back on his target, who...doesn't seem to be attacking. That's unexpected, from a Sith. 

He doesn't deactivate his lightsaber, in the face of a loaded blaster, but he lowers it to a more relaxed guard position and waits. He's fast enough to flick the blade back up again if necessary. 

They start to move, circling around the edge of the room. "I was wondering if the Jedi would try to interfere." Their voice is distorted by the mask.

Are they going for an exit, Jerex wonders, or trying to bait him into the room? He stays where he is, the better to get outside if they try running. 

"Yes, we're good at that." Keep them talking; if you're talking then you aren't fighting. "I don't suppose there's any chance you'll go quietly?" 

"Now what kind of Sith do you take me for?"

"I'm not sure yet," he admits. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. 

"Why don't you tell me?" 

"Well that would be too easy."

They lunge smoothly, 'saber still unignited as they aim for him, unnaturally quick, and there's that painful tug at the Force again, focused around the Sith.

He blocks, with the same Force-aided speed. 

(The Force feels wrongrightwrong around them, distracting.) 

A vicious pleasure pulses through the Force. Purposeful, pushed at Jerex.

And the Sith angles the unlit 'saber towards his face and ignites it.

He meets it with his own, just inches from his skin - and now the dance is really on.

The light inside the room shifts constantly, whirling red and blue blades casting shadows that spin and dance along with the combatants. It might be beautiful to someone who wasn't fighting for their life. 

And the Sith starts to laugh, to cackle, delighted in their way at this fight. Not that it makes them any less dangerous an opponent.

Holding onto his control is harder than it's ever been. Something about the way the Force twists around this Sith is eroding all his carefully constructed defences, assaulting his mind with tantalising hints of what he could do, if he just let go a little...

The Sith must be doing something. It's the only explanation. He needs to finish this before they succeed in influencing him. 

So, how's he going to do that, then?

-Are those gaps in the Sith's defence? They look, perhaps, a little too deliberate, or a little too careless.

Jerex doesn't take the first opening he sees, nor the second. 

He does take the fourth. The patience of even the best Jedi has its limits, and he isn't exactly the best Jedi these days. 

The Sith gasps as he takes it, and then starts laughing again, reaching up one hand to release the catches on their helmet and pull it off-

"You are wasted as a Jedi," she hisses out as she lets her helmet drop to the floor.