He sighs and looks back up at Occlus. "Why are you here?"

"Hmm. Iiii... don't think I'm going to tell you." She licks her lips. "Not willingly, at least."

He just keeps looking at her.

Sigh. "This is why I don't like Jedi. They're all so stuffy. No," she backhands a blast of concussive force at his chest, "fun."

He deflects the blast with one hand and then is holding his lightsaber.

"Ooh, feisty. I take it back, Jedi."

"You will explain what you are doing here, and I would prefer to be satisfied with the explanation..."

"What am I doing here? Well, before you so rudely interrupted, I was just leaving."

"And why did you come here in the first place?"

"I was hungry."

"I tire of your jokes, Sith. Explain yourself."

"Make me."

He doesn't even wait a dramatically appropriate amount of time; he just jumps towards her, lightsaber in hand.

She moves so quickly she seems to teleport, too fast even for Jedi reflexes. Her fist sheathed in lightning, she reappears behind him, striking at the back of his neck.

"No!" Rafa cries, regaining her voice.

He doesn't yell out but he does fall. Pushing through the pain he twirls on the spot and throws the training dummy at her to try to distract her, following that with once again trying to hit her with the saber.

Occlus catches the training dummy in midair and redirects its course to intercept his lightsaber. She blurs around behind again, this time aiming her fist at his kidney.

He doubles over, doesn't quite catch himself—

Take advantage of the distraction to knock the lightsaber out of his hand, follow up with a powerful kick to the back of the knee.

Fall to his knee, try to regain balance—

-slam his head down on the floor. Call his lightsaber over to her hand, ignite it and point it down at him, close enough to just crisp off the top layer of skin.

He freezes.

"Do you yield?"

"Please."

"Not to a Sith."