One of the female acolytes burst into tears, realizing not even her master could save them. Resistant to the end, all but one of the Sith lit their blades. Apokalypsi bent down, and cracked his knuckles against the cold floor, creating a dent in it. He raised his head, sneering at the opposition. Their fancy swords, wizardly tricks, and experience did not faze him. Moving with supernatural speed, he cleared the crying acolyte quickly and used her body as a projectile to faze the lord. A shot of pain crept into Apokalypsi's back, the knight had throw his saber into the back of the monster and it burrowed deep. Using this to his advantage, Apokalypsi fell back first onto the second acolyte, pressing the saber through his chest and exposing it. He then rolled over, pressing the third acolyte underneath his chest, perhaps impaling him his the exposed weapon. Apokalypsi then stood up and examined his crimson stain chest. ''You think that'll come off easy?'' he asked the 3 that were still standing.