Animus was sitting as Vengeance's thrust came at him his initial reaction was to block but he did so with his water canteen which was shredded to pieces, quickly he rolled back and stood up, igniting his lightsaber but clenching his chest.... great... he was losing a lot of blood.
"You think i am some, Pup who needs help? " He clenched his saber and gnashed his teeth, grimacing through the pain... feeding off it, using it as fuel. Animus felt insulted, as if he needed help, as if alone he was nothing, Again the thought of T'zanith came to his mind,
*what if this was a real situation? and it was only him standing in the way of an Enemy? Would he be too weak to fight them off and have to run leaving his friend to die? He knew T'zanith was strong enough to fend for himself but what if he was wounded and Animus was the only thing that stood in the way? would the blood of his friends stain his hands because of weakness and impotence?*
Animus made gestures, ancient and old... A Twin of animus, then two. @Vengeance would see triple, but one of them was real, one of them was Animus, suddenly Vengence found himself surrounded by three versions of the Acolyte.
All laughing Maniacally and closing in with the exact same movements, Three blue blades would come at him, in the Dance of Juyo, the Dance of Aggression as Animus would pull no punches, He was facing a Knight of the Sith.... he would need to fight at his very best, clench through the pain, see through the exhaustion, and he did, through will and determination, If he was to die, let it be by the Hands of a Sith Knight, defending his friend fighting with all his heart and passion.
"Do not underestimate me!" All three Animus screamed as they came at him at the same time.