[Grievous was reaching for his own lightsabers but chaos was already there. The cyborg was temporarily startled; confused. There were mixed emotions surging at the sight of the figure as he realised who it may be.]
It is... my Master.
[Even as he says the words, they leave a bitter taste in his throat. This isn't right. He should bow down to nobody. He remembers his own words of what this presence was: a corruption. Something that didn't belong here in his mind. They needed to be stricken from his thoughts. Perhaps then the rest will be clear.]
This must be destroyed...
[The words were a growl and the light sabers came out, suddenly four of them as his extra arms unlocked and he advanced on the hooded creature. There was a bone chilling laugh from the phantom Sith and a blast of something like lightning knocked Grievous back briefly. But this was his domain; his mind, he knew that - and with another determined growl he advances again on the threat, wielding his deadly sabers. This time he blocks the next lightning strike and there is soon a clash of sabers. For a while he struggles to simply match the blows but that determination is strong and he lets it feed his strength - of mind as much as body. He keeps up an aggressive assault against the corruption and in a flurry of striking green and blue light the cloaked figure seems to be cut to ribbons and abruptly vanishes with a shriek. Is it truly gone...? Grievous looks around angrily as if expecting a further attack.]
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It is... my Master.
[Even as he says the words, they leave a bitter taste in his throat. This isn't right. He should bow down to nobody. He remembers his own words of what this presence was: a corruption. Something that didn't belong here in his mind. They needed to be stricken from his thoughts. Perhaps then the rest will be clear.]
This must be destroyed...
[The words were a growl and the light sabers came out, suddenly four of them as his extra arms unlocked and he advanced on the hooded creature. There was a bone chilling laugh from the phantom Sith and a blast of something like lightning knocked Grievous back briefly. But this was his domain; his mind, he knew that - and with another determined growl he advances again on the threat, wielding his deadly sabers. This time he blocks the next lightning strike and there is soon a clash of sabers. For a while he struggles to simply match the blows but that determination is strong and he lets it feed his strength - of mind as much as body. He keeps up an aggressive assault against the corruption and in a flurry of striking green and blue light the cloaked figure seems to be cut to ribbons and abruptly vanishes with a shriek. Is it truly gone...? Grievous looks around angrily as if expecting a further attack.]