"Because I always win"

You chuckle darkly, the barely-tamed intensity of her emotions warming you like sunlight. "Did I outpace you too often for your liking when we were Padawans, Serra? Perhaps if you hadn't held yourself back so much to put on a calm face for your master...Maybe then you wouldn't feel envious now."

Her brow knits at your words. She's just too easy.

"I don't envy your fall, Anakin; I pity it."

"You hate it. I can see it. I can feel it pouring off you. You always were a fountain of emotions, Serra, but it's all the easier for me to see now. Behind that hate, propelling it, is envy. And behind that—"

You're interrupted by the rushing growl of Serra's blades through the air as she launches herself at you. They whirl at her sides as she descends. You have **** but to ignite your own, catching her **** just in time. She leans in, her weight pressing through her blades against yours as she grimaces with the strain. "I don't care what you see, 'Sith'; if you think that you can take this temple by yourself, you'd best scamper back to your puppet master, because the Jedi will come, and we are not impressed by one man's arrogance."

Her blades slide off of yours with a shrieking crack, and your momentum carries you through a swing at her waist. This she dodges easily, only to bring her pious wrath down again at your head. Yet you swat the blow away with a startlingly strong sweep of blue. She staggers, surprised and showing her first hint of fear.