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Talok told him that emotion would be the source of his power and he could tell the man wasn't lying. As his anger navigated and curled within himself, he could feel the force reacting right there with it, waiting for it to strike out and be utilized as a weapon. Whatever emotion that he felt whenever he tried to uncover his past, it had always tormented Ender and he was ready to inflict it upon someone else instead of himself. The weights on his shoulders continued to grind and crack his back and he didn't even know the reason why they were so heavy and oppressive.
Before he could speak on Talok's words, he heard the crackling of electricity before he was slammed in the chest with a fierce burn. Ender was pushed from the edge and rolled with his momentum before spinning so that he was least on his feet and facing towards Talok. Ender's sword was already drawn as he breathed heavy, smoking rising from different segments of his clothing as they were burned through. He was furious, wondering why Talok had turned on him out of the blue but then the man confusingly tossed his saber in the direction of him. Ender glanced at Talok and then the saber, wondering what type of trick this was but he didn't waste any time as he tossed his vibro-sword and reached for the saber.
It felt comfortable in his hand, natural in a way. Just a few seconds of having it within in his grasp and it already felt like an unknown extension of him. It was something he didn't know that he needed but now that he had it, Ender couldn't imagine himself without one on his hip. Talok told him to embrace his anger and his thumb slid over the ignition, the crimson blade erupting forth as it let out a unique wail to being activated. The red light reflected off the side of Ender's face as he stared at it for a few moments. But then his gaze snapped toward Talok and he immediately brought the blade down before charging at the man, his blade coming in as a slash and barely a whir through the air. If he wanted anger then he would get it.
Before he could speak on Talok's words, he heard the crackling of electricity before he was slammed in the chest with a fierce burn. Ender was pushed from the edge and rolled with his momentum before spinning so that he was least on his feet and facing towards Talok. Ender's sword was already drawn as he breathed heavy, smoking rising from different segments of his clothing as they were burned through. He was furious, wondering why Talok had turned on him out of the blue but then the man confusingly tossed his saber in the direction of him. Ender glanced at Talok and then the saber, wondering what type of trick this was but he didn't waste any time as he tossed his vibro-sword and reached for the saber.
It felt comfortable in his hand, natural in a way. Just a few seconds of having it within in his grasp and it already felt like an unknown extension of him. It was something he didn't know that he needed but now that he had it, Ender couldn't imagine himself without one on his hip. Talok told him to embrace his anger and his thumb slid over the ignition, the crimson blade erupting forth as it let out a unique wail to being activated. The red light reflected off the side of Ender's face as he stared at it for a few moments. But then his gaze snapped toward Talok and he immediately brought the blade down before charging at the man, his blade coming in as a slash and barely a whir through the air. If he wanted anger then he would get it.