How insulting. Kun considered them boring. Maybe it was time he corrected that impression. Calmly, Jacen ignited his lightsaber, bringing a green light into the battle arena to complement the blue and violet. He had not fought side by side with his sister since...since....well, Sithspit, he didn't remember. But somethings, you could never forget.
Jacen moved forward, using the techniques he had learned from the Theran Listeners to look slightly into the future. Kun was powerful, there was no denying that. But had there ever been a weak Dark Lord of the Sith? He was four thousand years old, and no matter how strong he had been back then, he was no match for the Jedi twins.
Jacen moved easily into an overhead strike, a move designed to be countered. He had a moment to spare to admire the archaic elegance of Kun's dual-blade lightsaber before he moved again, shifting his body weight, dropping down, kicking out with his right leg to attempt to kick out Kun's balance, even as his lightsaber moved upward to attempt to remove Kun's hand from his body.
Speed was of the essence as Jacen used the Force to propel himself away from Kun after he performed his roundhouse kick, quickly regaining his balance and his footing as he advanced once more. The Dark Lord was going to learn that underestimating them was a bad idea.