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Much did his surprise, rather than swinging her blade like he was preparing for, she caught him by the face. This caused his eyes to widen as he looked at her. They grew wider still when she was giving him genuine praise. Then he was forced back, but did not carry a look of fury; instead, he...

He cursed upon seeing his strike fail, making his face even more stern than it was. However, his eyes were still their normal hue for now. However, that hardly mattered as her knee collided into his gut, causing him to stumble back, as his saber was forced out of his hand. "I know!" He...

He stood frozen for a beat. Then two. Then three. In that moment, the force that seemed to swirl around him weakened; devolving from a mighty gust to a mere zephyr. He then dropped both hands to his sides, deactivated his lightsaber, and twirled it around in his hand. Was he…admitting defeat...

He grimaced with frustration upon seeing her halt his slash and drain the lightning that once adorned his saber, gritting his teeth. To her query, he remains silent, opting to respond to her first lightning lash with a parry. He backsteps as another zap aims to strike his left foot. By the...

When they finally collide, and she looks into his eyes after she successfully deflect or counters, both his lightning, and the debris that he sent toward her, he looks nonplussed. Almost unimpressed. It would not necessarily be enough to make her grip falter, she could feel that there was...

While he continued his stretching routine, he did not immediately face her, yet he did smile as he spoke: “Right on time as always, Master.” When she revealed that she knew his Jubilee at beating his personal record here, he only chuckled. In times past, he would be shocked and amazed about how...

When she let her senses brush across him, he felt it but only chuckled in response before brushing back as a silent greeting. As if on cue, his itinerary arrived. He quickly scans it, nods, the places the holopad back onto his desk. Upon hearing her voice, he responds through the comms in a...

Then, he awoke: not see the roof a the tent, but of the sterile quarters he had long since called his own. He yawned, and outstretched his limbs to the point where his body quivered with satisfaction. Only then did he sit upright and hop out of bed, using the force with a flick of his hand to...

His eyes were locked onto the village as her words of wisdom reached him. Though he may not have faced her, he did listen as he regarded the chaos. “And yet…” It was these words that caused his eyes to flick toward her. It would be the thrum of approval in the force alongside her...

Truth be told, whether she would know or not, her words were muffled: not by the squalls but by the encroaching darkness seeping further into his psyche. He was unaware of the power he was letting in: a complete novice to things concerning the force. However, he did not exactly deny it either...

Lyanna Starborn. Darth Fauste. His inner monologue registering the two names as the woman - his master, he corrected himself - who strode before him. The first sounds like a name he would have heard before but the second feels…darker and more unnatural. Speaking of darkness, once he felt the...

"I will teach you...because you chose..." The words were like nectar to his ears, and the conviction within them only fueled his own growing resolve. The force around him had felt like a warbling, chaotic mass: aimless yet untamed and even a bit dangerous. However, now, it felt more akin to a...

There it was: a glimmer of something more. Yet, as her smile and gentle words reached his ear, and he felt her hand wrap tighter around his; he could not help but for his own suspicious gaze to soften. He blinked twice in that pause, before he felt her tugging at him silently to arise. Indeed...

His pensive, inquisitive gaze softened at her words echoing through his mind: “What you had is already lost.” It was true. What more was there for him here in this bloodstained muck of his own creation? He did not much care for this woman’s harshness, but the idea of him gaining the power, or...

His breathing was shaky and his throat was sore, the heat sapping the moisture from the air and desiccating his nostrils and mouth. His life had changed so fast: all he had and all he wished to keep were wrenched from his grasp. If only it were solely by the raiders, but now his own hands are...