(Sorry about the late post. Internet connection's been Bantha poodoo.)
"Rise, former-Jedi," commanded Darth Fulgur. He looked at Serpington and tried to read him in the Force. It was quite impossible. As soon as he had taught the assassin to hide himself in the Force, he had employed it constantly. But Fulgur knew that he wanted the Jedi dead. If he didn't, Serpington would not be here still. Fulgur glared at the newest member of the Sith, keeping his muzzle and Force aura devoid of emotion. He grabbed his lightsaber off his belt and tossed it to the Jedi.
"You will fight my assassin, Serpington. Both of you may use whatever Force techniques that may come to you."
Giving no further instructions, Darth Fulgur stepped back and let the chaos ensue.