Darth Tavers arrived and was ready to kill. "I am here. masters. What do you wish of me."

The Jedi had but a split second to react. A time period, which in this state, only served to be mostly enough. Just before the wall of flames washed over him his body super-cooled to combat the flames. He was still burnt, but not deeply. A few layers of skin deep. However, it was enough to cause considerable pain.

The Jedi Shadow Master stood once more, ignoring the pain as he was taught so long ago.

Stretching his hands out once more he released a funnel of pure light energy toward his foe. A wall of light which would combat the growing darkness in the man. A mass of energy that would kill his lessers.

Odon looked on in horror as Kamon was sent through the portal to the frozen world of Hoth. This sith was a menace, threatening all that Odon believed in. Slowly, his eyes took on a serious gaze, showing the sith he would now have a fight.

You threaten the weak and you harm the innocent. Brother of the Dark lord, I am the keeper of the light, defender of the force and the one who shall end your cruelty.

Closing his eyes, the great masters started to focus, calling the force to his aide, swirling the tendrils of his power into the ground and in the air, picking up snow and debris. He opened his eyes to see a whirlwind of ice hovering above the sith, ready to claim him.

IT ENDS NOW!!!

Xireon knew instantly that the pillar of light which had been hurled at him would be too great to defend against. He quickly dropped into a crouch, his muscles taught and ready to spring. He onced again touched the power of the Dark Side, feeling it flow through him as he leapt to the right, dodging the light by inches.

The funnel of pure light energy struck the wall behind him, causing the durasteel to crumple and explode. Xireon felt the shockwave strike him, but stood strong under its assault. Buckling under the force of the explosion generated by the light energy, the ceiling began to fissure and crack.

Without warning, a great chunk of it gave way, dropping onto the Sith, burying him underneath a mass of broken rock and dust.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then the demonic Sith could be seen emerging from the pile, the rock being lifted with him by a set of invisible hands. While the Jedi preached transcendence and mind over matter, Sith worked by brute force; harnessing the rage inside of him, Xireon reached out in the Force and hurled the large pieces of debris as hard as he could at Slavatio.

"Do not address me as 'brother of the Dark Lord' infidel. I am his elder, I am the High Priest. Address me properly or when I finish with you, I shall hunt down your family also."

The High Priest chuckled a bit as he looked to the snow and ice.

"Is this the great power that the light sends to defend itself?"

Motioning with his staff, the glowing crimson chrystal flare and a hellfire enferno erupted beneath them both. Twenty meters wide and reaching for the stars, this enferno burnt with the heat of a star, but was contained precisely to it's limits. It exploded upwards with enough force to rip the dura-create from the floor and expell it upward.

A small opening was left in it's center, just enough to let it pass by the High Priest and leave him unharmed. It bowed to his will, as did all of the powers of Sith Magics.

Slavatio reached out with invisible hands of his own, gripping the debris. Thoughtlessly he tossed it aside, watching with his mind's eye as it also struck the lesser Sith and added to the pile of debris atop him.

The Jedi Shadow Master then focused his attention once more upon the Sith Overlord.

"You fight like your father."

Jedi usually did not taunt, but this was no normal Jedi. Folding his arms around himself, the Jedi began a deep culmination of power gathering. Suddenly, out from him, a ripple of light power emerged, the ripple soon became a wall.

A wall of light.

This power, if not somehow countered, would block the darkside of the Force completely from those in the area. Sealing their demise.

To me you are but a lackey of the Dark lord of the Sith. A sick and vile being twisted to serve his will. My family shall not be harmed. They are protected and thus out of your reach.

Odon focused again, letting his powers grasp and weave his strength into a massive wall of light. Soon the dark priest was enshrouded in blinding blue light, much like Nomi Sunrider had done to Ulic Qel Droma, millenia ago. It was a prison of the lightside, one which few sith had seen or could escape.

Be gone Sith. This day is your last. This moon and system are now free of your influence.

Xireon sneered at the Jedi's words. The Sith hated no one in the galaxy more than his father; the words of Slavatio swirled around his head, bouncing around his mind like a repeating number that threatened to consume him.

Roaring with rage, Xireon pulled his lightsaber forth once more, slashing at Slavatio as he closed in on him; he didn't need to hit him, only disrupt his concentration.

The High Priest was utterly uneffected by the wall of light technique. Not only did he know full well of it, but the Jedi Master alone was no where near strong enough to pull it off alone. The High Priest of the Sith watched as the Jedi Master was blown to hell and damnation, burnt by the heat of a star and torn apart by the force of the blast itself.

"A pity, I thought this was going to be fun."

Slavatio jumped back, his concentration indeed broken. This seemed to be getting them no where. They were evenly matched, but this threat needed to be contained. If he were allowed to find the other Jedi, they would surely be destroyed.

The Jedi Shadow Master reached forward once more, taking a grip upon the blade of the lightsaber before him.. mentally. Tendrils of the Force lashed around it and the Jedi mentally.. pulled, but not towards himself.. towards his foe. He pulled the blade mentally towards his foe's chest, intent to bury it there.

A few more chunks of debris fell towards them, quickly deflected by the Force to the ever growing pile atop the lesser Sith, Neradia.