"Call it a mark of contempt that we've decided three Jedi will do the job better than all the Jedi in the galaxy," Jacen replied coolly, referring to the obliteration of Kun's physical form so many eons ago. He paused before he added sweetly, "Of course, two toddlers and a dozen half-trained Jedi did the job just as well."
Jacen did not bother to give Kun the chance to reply: Dun Möch was a Sith specialty, according to everything he had ever read. Not to mention what Luke had told him about the duel against Vader. But that was another detail entirely.
One thing he knew was that the Dark Lords were subject to extended periods of Force rage. Push them hard enough and they lost all control of themselves. More Force lightning flew from his fingertips as Jacen stood casually, waiting for Kun to turn on him first. He seemed to have discounted Jaina, which meant he would attack her first, to eliminate the weakest link, or leave her for last. Either way, it would cost him.
An idle thought popped into his head. Jaina had left that thrice-damned dagger at home...hadn't she?