“What the hell is this? Double teaming?" Kent was fast and ran circles around them as he laughed. He took pop shots at them when he could. He ran figure eights and tried to get them close to me. I wasn’t going to miss my chance.

I ran up behind Mike and stabbed him between his arm and side. "Gotcha! You're dead, dammit."

Mike faked his death and dropped to the ground, gasping. "Damn you, Elly…,” his dying words.

Paul was on Kent, he was a hardcore gamer and not taking it easy on Kent in this situation either. He liked to win.

Kent pushed right back at him just as hard. "Remember I said I feel like Mace Windu?” Him and Paul thwacked each other's swords. "That's also Samuel L. Jackson, which means I'm a bad motherfucker!" Kent knocked Paul's sword away and hit him across the chest.

Paul cursed and then put his hands up showing he was done. Paul and Mike leaned against the limo to watch the showdown.

I held my pink light saber up and smiled behind it.

Kent faced me, a smile on his face too. "Alright, Elly. What you going to do? Hmm? You going to come at me or am I coming at you?"

I grinned back. "You think I'm going to tell you my secret plan of attack?” I slowly circled with him.

The purple light saber lit up his face as it twirled a few times. He was circling, but he was circling closer. "Oh come on, Elly. Tell ya what. Let’s put the light sabers down and go get a drink, then we'll finish this."

I shook her head a little. "Nope. We'll finish this soon."

There was a crack and then I fell to the side, landing hard on the ground. "Ow! Shit!!"

Kent dropped his light saber and ran over to me. "Shit, Elly. Are you okay?"

I looked up at him with a grin and stabbed him under his armpit with my saber. "Sucka."

"Oh, dammit!” Kent laughed and fell to his knees and clutched his chest. "I will get my ...revenge.." He fell over on his side and played dead.

I jumped up and held my light saber over my head victoriously. "Yes!"

Mike and Paul shook their heads at Kent. "Dude, come on! I saw that coming from a mile away. You are so pussy whipped, and you aren't even getting any from her."

Paul chimed in, "Or are you?" He raised one eyebrow.

I ran at Mike and Paul and started whipping them on the legs with my light saber. "You ... guys ... are ... disgusting!"

Paul curled up and screamed like a little girl, "Stop!"