Hett's hands dropped to his belt and the two lightsabers practically leapt into his gloved hands.  He ignited both weapons at once, unleashing their identical green energy beams.  He swung fast with the lightsaber in his right hand but Ben blocked it.  The lightsabers sizzled loudly as they clashed.
	It was fortunate for Ben that he had continued his Jedi exercises on Tatooine, that he had not allowed his reflexes to become dull.  He did not think about how long it had been since he had last used his lightsaber in combat.  Nor did consider that he was older than Hett by at least a decade, or Hett's considerable skills with his own weapons, and that the Tusken was far more experienced at fighting in the desert.  Ben knew that any such thoughts would probably only get him killed.
	As prepared as Ben was for many things, he was not ready to die.  Not yet.  Not today.
	Hett brought his other lightsaber in at a sharp angle, forcing Ben to lurch back.  Ben gripped his own weapon with both hands as he swung at Hett's legs, but Hett blocked the swipe.  There was another loud sizzle as the blades dragged across each other.
	 Ben gasped as Hett launched a powerful kick to his midriff.  The kick knocked Ben off his feet, and as he fell back through the air, Hett hurled one of this lightsabers at Ben's body.  Ben clung tight to his own lightsaber as he twisted his body in midair to avoid being stuck by the spinning blade of Hett's weapon.  The moment Hett's lightsaber whipped past Ben's head, Hett used the Force to retrieve it, drawing it back to his waiting hand left hand.
	As Hett caught the lightsaber, Ben rolled up from the ground and swung out again.  Hett block the strike with his right lightsaber, then threw his left arm forward to smash his other lightsaber's handle into Ben's jaw.
	Ben ignored the painful jolt to his head and reflexively brought his blade up high, forcing Hett to block the blow with his right lightsaber and leaving his own midsection briefly exposed.  Before Hett could strike with his other lightsaber, Ben kicked him hard in the stomach.
	 Hett grunted, but he didn't go down.  He lashed out again at Ben, kicking up sand as he moved in for the kill.  Not one of the mounted tuskens so much as flinched as the watched the duel, nor did they rally for their chief.  They merely watched in silence, waiting for the outcome.
	Ben blocked each blow, but he wasn't doing it with ease.  Hett was far more experienced at fighting on the sand and in the desert heat.  Ben knew that his opponent would never surrender, let alone withdraw.  As much as he hoped to avoid killing Hett, he also knew that they couldn't keep fighting indefinitely.
	But in the end, Ben knew he wasn't fighting for his own life.  He was fighting for Luke's.
	Quickly raising his left hand, Ben used the Force to push out at Hett, shoving him back through the air as Ben's lightsaber swept up and through Hett's right arm.  Hett shouted as he arm fell away form his body.  As Hett stumbled back, Ben used the Force to tear Hett's other lightsaber from his left hand's grip.  Both of Hett's lightsabers deactivated as they sailed past Ben and landed in the sand behind him.