[ She shouts it over the thrum of their blades as they lock against one another, skill thrown aside for a battle of brute strength. Rey throws her weight into it to stave him off, jaw fiercely tightened with all the determination with which she meets the task. ]
You claim you want to bring order to the galaxy, but all you give it is war and bloodshed. End this.
[ The appeal cannot truly earn the title of plea because it is insistent and commanding, too much so to properly be considered a request. She demands of him the only outcome that is acceptable, and unflaggingly battles him into submission.
X-wings fill the skies with laser cannon fire from mounted guns, suppressing the ground armies over the hills beyond them, and the Resistance begins to overtake the larger fleet that the First Order is too surprised to properly organize. The heat of the battle barely touches Ren and Rey where they are, exchanging blows in the same private war they've waged in their minds since they'd first locked eyes.
Her heels dig into the soil, sinking by inches as he bears his weight and brute strength down on her from the joint of their sabers, but she does not budge, holding form to stave him off, too stubborn and too sure of her moral position to abandon her physical one to dodge the severity of his downswing.
Instead, she attacks on another front, thrusting her mind at his to pierce the veil of his helm and collect some kind of feedback of what battle he might be waging within to complement that happening outside of them. ]
excellent! also first week back at teaching is straight up killin me SORRY I'MS O SLOW
[ She shouts it over the thrum of their blades as they lock against one another, skill thrown aside for a battle of brute strength. Rey throws her weight into it to stave him off, jaw fiercely tightened with all the determination with which she meets the task. ]
You claim you want to bring order to the galaxy, but all you give it is war and bloodshed. End this.
[ The appeal cannot truly earn the title of plea because it is insistent and commanding, too much so to properly be considered a request. She demands of him the only outcome that is acceptable, and unflaggingly battles him into submission.
X-wings fill the skies with laser cannon fire from mounted guns, suppressing the ground armies over the hills beyond them, and the Resistance begins to overtake the larger fleet that the First Order is too surprised to properly organize. The heat of the battle barely touches Ren and Rey where they are, exchanging blows in the same private war they've waged in their minds since they'd first locked eyes.
Her heels dig into the soil, sinking by inches as he bears his weight and brute strength down on her from the joint of their sabers, but she does not budge, holding form to stave him off, too stubborn and too sure of her moral position to abandon her physical one to dodge the severity of his downswing.
Instead, she attacks on another front, thrusting her mind at his to pierce the veil of his helm and collect some kind of feedback of what battle he might be waging within to complement that happening outside of them. ]