Juno stood, waiting. Helene's rage at his stubborness boiled, and she nearly struck him down. But she knew it would be wrong. It would be her first step into the dark side. Juno was right, but maybe she could use the moment to scare him.

She glared in his eyes, lightsaber still raised. "You're right, I'm no Jedi." She swung at him, deliberately missing his head by half an inch.

Juno did not even flinch. He stood cold.

Helene withdrew her saber. They stared at each other.

"You should have struck me down when you had the chance," Juno said, and swung his own lightsaber at Helene.