“”Your powers are weak, old man.”
Our lightsabers clash. I try to push forward, only to be thrust violently back. There’s no give in Vader’s arms, and far too much in mine.”
"You should not have come back," Vader tells me.
My resources are depleted, my body screaming with pain. I have no hope of winning this fight.
He lunges at me; slash and counterslash, stab and riposte. The air is thick with plasma discharge, lights dancing on the edge of my vision.
I'm forced back, muscle burning, breath ragged. The grip of my lightsaber is slick in my hands, my ears ringing."
"Luke's cry echoes across the landing bay. There he is, watching us fight, the open hatch of the freighter behind him. He knows full well that I cannot win. He is frozen with shock, unsure what to do, but that won't last long. Soon, the spell will be broken and he will come running. Those brave, defiant eyes will be cut down in a blaze of trooper fire. He needs more than a toy fighter this time. He needs to escape; to save himself, not me."
-From A Certain Point of View