Saganor spun his lightsaber backwards, a showy but useless gesture. He was tense but restless, holding himself back but clearly wanting to charge forward, his energy spilling out into minor gestures instead. He should attack, but something still held him back.

"And you expect me to believe that?" Saga scoffed. "You're not the first Sith I've dealt with. I'm not that easily fooled."

He wondered what the other Jedi would say if he defeated another one for them. They'd be impressed, maybe they'd even go so far as to praise him. Even if he wasn't the Sith Saga most wanted gone from this galaxy, it would still be a good deed, a worthy fight.

"Did that cowardly Sadic send you? You should tell him to stop hiding behind others and face me himself."