Luke tossed Helene her lightsabre as she fell to the ground. She caught it without looking, holding the gaze of Joon-Ti.

The two combatants circled each other, eyeing each other, and sizing each other up with all of their senses. Helene had been taught to control her anger, and she did this now. She felt her anger for this being who was prejudiced against her and she put it aside, drawing from the power of her calm.

The dance of light began, Joon-Ti was soon seen to be the more aggressive of the two. His lightsabre moved like lightning, whizzing through the air, and coming dangerously close to Helene many times. Thought Helene had her chances at attack, she rarely took them, waiting for her perfect moments to strike. She found them, and took them, but was surprised at the skill with which Joon-Ti was able to block her advances. He moved with a speed she couldn't match, and a skill she would never gain without true jedi experience.

Helene found herself truly humbled in the light of this Jedi Master. She found herself thinking that she could never win, and the jedi counsil would turn her away, for no reason, but her lack of skill and prejudiced against the sins of her grandfather. The anger she had put away came back, with surprising force, and overwhelmed her control, she lost her calm. In a last ditch effort she brought forth with her anger the power of the force. She saw her arms move faster, and her strikes were stronger. She attacked and attacked Joon-Ti and his style quickly moved to a more defensive strategy.

It was her folly of attack that defeated her. The dark power clouded her mind, and her skill was diminished. Joon-Ti quickly exposed her lack of skill in the many openings she left him, and finally, after many light slashes resulting in scratches, pulled a slash right at Helene's neck.

Helene let her anger go, and her lightsabre cluttered to the ground, she was defeated.