Trying a diplomatic approach, you lay your lightsaber hilt on the ground near your feet and kick it towards your aggressor. Raising your hands above your head, your study the unreadable expression of the other. It picks up the hilt, studies it, and slips it into its robes. Then, watching you carefully, it gestures for you to come forward. You do, hesitantly. As you are walking, it throws its own ignited saber at you, and the whirling blade slices you clean in half.
