Exar Kun fought as if he was dancing, movements smooth and melding seamlessly with one another--and if he was perhaps a touch slower than he'd once been, why, it could be excused given his long years trapped on Yavin IV. --Still.. they were good. Better than he'd given them credit for, actually, which the Sith Lord was glad for. The only thing worse than boredom was an easy fight. He was constantly challenging himself, after all, always seeking to make himself stronger, faster, better.
The Solo twins, then, would be worth looking into later.
"If I have the breath to talk, Jaina, it's only because you're not making me work hard enough," he responded sweetly, batting the light-post out of the air with a gesture that also shielded him from the worst of the girl's attacks. --They were pressing their advantage, though, which was admirable. Or would have been, had he been anyone else. As it was.. he was Exar Kun, and therefore didn't particularly care save to study their technique and memorise it.
Electricity still spitting and hissing between them, the ancient Sith allowed a particularly vicious blow to connect with his own blade, and lightened his step so that it would push him back. He used the momentum, then, to put some distance between them.. before he was throwing the same light-post from earlier, now fashioned into a deadly, gleaming spike. Another post was ripped up, following the first, and the glow of street-lamps flickered and died as he exploded the bulbs one-by-one. --Darkness, after all, was his greatest ally.