(Ezra pov)
Lying on the hard ground, watching Kanan duel Vader, I become aware as the Inquisitor tries to sneak up behind me. I manage to stand up and jump out of the way as a red lightsaber pierces the ground where I was. I stand up again and face him.
"Ready to die?" My enemy asks.
I clutch at my shoulder. "Good luck with that." I try to bolt for the Ghost, but my injured leg sends a flame of pain through me and I howl in pain and fall.
The Inquisitor begins to advance on me. "If you will not join the dark side, then you will die."
"Then I die. But I would rather die then join the dark side." I tell him. I try to limp away, but it does little good. I'm slower than a bantha.
"Kanan!" I shout. Kanan turns to me.
"Ezra!" He shouts. Vader takes advantage of the distraction to deal a blow to Kanan's shoulder, the one with the piece of armour. Kanan howls but races towards me. He throws his lightsaber and hits the Inquisitor, who hits the ground. He grabs me and his lightsaber, and pulls me aboard the Ghost. "Spectre 4 and 5, let's go!" He yells. They board, and the Ghost flies away and into hyperspace.
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