CHAPTER VIII Fight and Flight It was a gravity shear that saved her. It forced them bobbing upward towards the ceiling and Grievous and his whirling sabers floated away from her. Breathing heavily in relief and shock at such a careless, close call, Jaina thrust her saber away from her as her body began to turn upside down. Quite suddenly, everything was upside down and Anakin was knocking gently against her as they floated peacefully around the bridge ? a break in the storm. She and Anakin where staring at each other ? she was amazed how much Uncle Luke resembled his father. They had exactly the same eyes. As she thought about this comparison, Anakin?s quietly murmured, his voice filled with surprise and confusion, three words that made no sense to Jaina at all. ?You look like ?? His last word was lost in a storm of sound as they dropped and crashed heavily onto the floor ? Grievous? metal body went sprawling and one of his lightsaber cut through his arm, leaving him with three arms instead of four. As Jaina fell, she quickly deactivated her lightsaber to avoid any unpleasant self-inflicted wounds; Kyp slammed into the wall and slid down it, but was soon up on his feet and running towards Grievous, his crimson blade hissing. Anakin gracefully flipped around and landed upright on his feet and Obi-Wan tumbled down onto a console. A shaken and bruised Palpatine lay crumpled on the floor. Grievous was back on his feet before any of them and was ready to meet the four sabers as the Jedi charged at him again. It became a circling game ? round and round they fought, each Jedi parrying a different arm each time; sabers flashed, spraying sparks into their faces, colours flowing brightly, encasing the duelling give in a warm cloak of green, blue, purple and red. The circling became faster and faster until it seemed impossible that any of them would be able to strike their enemy. It would be the first person to tire and drop their guard for even a fraction of a second who would die. Unfortunately, that meant that Grievous had the advantage. There was no time to talk or even think about anything else except the battle in front of them. As they circled, they hardly realized that they were moving closer and closer to Palpatine, who scrambled backwards to avoid them. Jaina liked him where he was ? the closer they got to him, the closer they were to the Sith Lord? accidental death. She had forgotten that Anakin was the one who had to kill Palpatine, that Palpatine would never suffer an ?accidental? death, that he was excellent at escaping his fate. All of that had been consumed by her battle with Grievous and her efforts to cause Palpatine?s death. A firestorm lived inside her, forever thumping her heart, making her attacks more ferocious, more violent? Her saber came crashing down, slicing through the console next to which Palpatine was trying to hide. Her violet blade came within inches of her worst enemy. The most damage it did was spit sparks in his face and give her the briefest chance to look Palpatine in the eye ? his expression was blank, but under it she could sense a tinge of curiosity and a dark, deeper thought. Whirling abruptly, her saber flashed into the chaos just in time to save Obi-Wan from losing one of his arms. Out of the corner of her eye, Jaina saw Kyp breaking away from the rest of them. She saw him step back, contemplating the cable that Griveous was still attached to. She frowned as she glanced briefly at the cable and, as she parried another blow, saw in Kyp?s expression exactly what he was going to attempt. Kyp acted quickly. There was a lightsaber lying on the floor next to the remains of one of Grievous? durasteel hands. Kyp called out to a lightsaber with the Force and it flew into his grasp. Igniting and locking the blade, he turned and hurled it with all his might at the crack in the transparisteel panel that Grievous had aimed his electrostaff at. The saber ploughed its way through the metal and the panel shattered.