Zorya was not surprised when Kaldar’s own saber lit up, the blades clashing in a shower of sparks. His agile reflexes, the simmering rage evident in his movements, all confirmed her suspicions. This was a man of the shadows. Zorya could taste the dark tang of his anger, could feel it seeping into the Force that bound them.
The sudden shove sent her skidding backwards, her boots scraping over the age-worn floor, but she recovered with preternatural grace. Her eyes, now luminous in the crimson glow of their clashing sabers, were fixed on him, unfathomable and assessing.
"Oi, ye bilge-sucking brute!" O'bog's indignant shriek sliced through the tension as Kaldar's Force grip closed around him, the pixie hurtling towards the far wall with a startled squeal.
Zorya, never one to let her companion take the brunt of the attack, reacted with quicksilver speed. She reached out with the Force, wrapping it around O'bog, her command as sharp and unyielding as durasteel. She halted his flight mid-air, leaving him floating in a state of bewildered suspension.
"I ain't no crashin' torpedo, ye hulking lummox!" O'bog sputtered, shooting Kaldar a glare that could sour blue milk.
Zorya felt a surge of protective fury rise within her, hotter than the coruscating blade she held. Her heart pounded a frenzied tattoo against her ribs, but her countenance remained as serene as a droid's. A gale force of emotion whipped through her, but she channeled it, not into wanton destruction, but into icy determination.
With a calculated whirl of her lightsaber, Zorya pivoted on her right foot. Her left leg coiled, a loaded spring, and then she launched. The movement was more like a huntress's pounce, a silent promise of deadly precision, than a mere leap.
She aimed for Kaldar's right, his saber hand, intending to pressure him into defense. Her crimson blade angled diagonally, a scarlet streak slicing through the gloom, meant to intercept his weapon and bind it once again.
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The sudden shove sent her skidding backwards, her boots scraping over the age-worn floor, but she recovered with preternatural grace. Her eyes, now luminous in the crimson glow of their clashing sabers, were fixed on him, unfathomable and assessing.
"Oi, ye bilge-sucking brute!" O'bog's indignant shriek sliced through the tension as Kaldar's Force grip closed around him, the pixie hurtling towards the far wall with a startled squeal.
Zorya, never one to let her companion take the brunt of the attack, reacted with quicksilver speed. She reached out with the Force, wrapping it around O'bog, her command as sharp and unyielding as durasteel. She halted his flight mid-air, leaving him floating in a state of bewildered suspension.
"I ain't no crashin' torpedo, ye hulking lummox!" O'bog sputtered, shooting Kaldar a glare that could sour blue milk.
Zorya felt a surge of protective fury rise within her, hotter than the coruscating blade she held. Her heart pounded a frenzied tattoo against her ribs, but her countenance remained as serene as a droid's. A gale force of emotion whipped through her, but she channeled it, not into wanton destruction, but into icy determination.
With a calculated whirl of her lightsaber, Zorya pivoted on her right foot. Her left leg coiled, a loaded spring, and then she launched. The movement was more like a huntress's pounce, a silent promise of deadly precision, than a mere leap.
She aimed for Kaldar's right, his saber hand, intending to pressure him into defense. Her crimson blade angled diagonally, a scarlet streak slicing through the gloom, meant to intercept his weapon and bind it once again.
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