There are No Coincidences

"A... And you're slow" The Jedi would note, as the Sith's blade hit naught but air and the countless pollutants in it of course, this was nar shadda after all. As the sith felt the burning green lightsaber slice his torso in half, Duros felt ashamed that he had even reached for his lightsaber in the first place, he could have easily incapacitated bantha fodder like this with his fist alone, this was no sith master or assassin; this was just a fool who thought the power of the dark side could save him from his own graceless stupidity.

The sith on the other hand was probably thinking something along the lines of 'Aaaaaah'.

"T... this is going on longer than I thought S... S... Sorry" Duros stuttered, after the guy had been screaming for a minute "N... Normally people die a... a lot faster." He explained, embarrassed as he cut off the sith's head to ease their passing