My blade clashed against the blade of Galen, again and again, for what seemed like the millionth time. My muscles were tired, strained, and I was certain Galen felt the same way - but both of us didn't let up. Our strokes remained practiced and perfect, our movements limber and quick. Beads of sweat were shaking off us, but that was the only difference compared to the start of our fight. There was a shift in the tempo of the fight, and both of us pushed backwards, before promptly raising our arms. Then we were locked in a battle of will, both our blades by our sides but unused as we focused our energies into the force. Slowly, the energy increased - the air began to shimmer as our telekinesis began to affect the particulates within the air. While I couldn't see it, I could feel all the oxygen, nitrogen, carbon dioxide and other particles in the air brush against each other and smash. One of them sparked. And our force changed, as both of us poured our energy into Force Lightning. Blue beams of electricity erupted from the tips of our fingers and clashed within the air, erratically bending as they manoeuvred around the positively charged particles in the air. For a moment, it was still. Then my mind flickered. There was a legend once, of a warrior who had once manipulated lightning as though it was second nature. He ability with the electricity was so spectacular, so well practiced, that even the basics of the power, like moving direction due to particles, could be ignored. His skill with the element was such to the point that things like electromagnetism was easy. That legend had been an era ago, and presently.... Presently I was slammed by a zap of lightning that seemed to send a flare across my chest - pain spasmed and numbed, convulsing at the same time, creating a moment of utter confusion for my body. The kinetic impact sent me flying backwards, and my chest began to steam. Galen ran towards me with urgency, his weapon's beam retracting itself even as he re-attached it to his belt. "You have something on your mind." I nodded, even as I picked myself up and turned towards a case I had placed in the corner. "I do." I clicked open the case, temporarily touching the foam within because it felt good before reaching in to take the parts out. Galen walked towards me, unsuspectingly. "And I can tell you what it is easily." He gestured. "Something's coming, Galen. There's people who need your help, and a danger arriving here. I need to send you elsewhere. But don't worry, everything will be fine." My hands clicked together a black rod and a long, rectangular piece. I lowered it, then picked up another rectangular piece and attached that piece to the creation as well. My hand moved to take a cylinder - but stopped. There was no need for that. I took the magazine, checked the bullet had been hacked, and stabbed it into the rifle. Galen stared at me. "What?" "Be thankful. I await when I see you again." I raised the sniper rifle and shot him in the chest.