[ He was on the ropes. It was hard to fight the gratifying surge of adrenaline that accompanied that awareness, but she tried to bite it back. Relishing the fight in such a way felt like it treaded too close to a line she could not dare cross, the edge of a steep cliff that she already feared she was destined to plummet off. Was he right? Would she be forever resisting the call to the Dark?
Rather than concern herself with that, or with answering him when she no longer needed to—after all, she was the one with the power now. She had something that he wanted, had him stumbling and unsure—she stepped surely forward and brought the lightsaber down in another hacked attempt at a blow. It wasn't practiced or graceful or trained. It was a blunt instrument like her staff, but it sang like it belonged in her hand.
She didn't have to tell him anything, and doing so would only give him another in. Whatever he wanted from her, he would have to take. ]
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Rather than concern herself with that, or with answering him when she no longer needed to—after all, she was the one with the power now. She had something that he wanted, had him stumbling and unsure—she stepped surely forward and brought the lightsaber down in another hacked attempt at a blow. It wasn't practiced or graceful or trained. It was a blunt instrument like her staff, but it sang like it belonged in her hand.
She didn't have to tell him anything, and doing so would only give him another in. Whatever he wanted from her, he would have to take. ]