( Her hand grips around his so tightly that his bones and knuckles grind together, a creak within them that mirrors the groan of the floor as their quick steps make the boards squeal where he steps after her. He expects Rey to usher them quickly down the rickety stairs, regardless of whether or not their combined weight will be too much for the crumbling structure to hold up, and as such has every intention of heading in that direction when she pulls him in the opposite - or, rather, in another. He is not at all expecting to break through clari-crystalline as Rey proves even more reckless than he traditionally does, and Kylo only has a moment to tuck his face into the crook of his arm so that he might shield himself from the spray of glass shards and broken wood.
Totally fine.
This, of course, means that their - his - descent is less than graceful, and when he hits the ground it's with a burst of air forced out of his lungs. His hand has slipped somewhat so that Rey's grip extends further south, along his wrist, and his own free hand manages to twist itself around her shoulder during the long moment between the semi-solid foundation of the upstairs floor and the quickly rushing sight of the ground down below. When they do hit, he feels dazed for a moment but just a moment, a bright burst of discomfort - not necessarily sharp enough to be pain, though it certainly doesn't feel good - followed by a spike in adrenaline that has him rolling over onto his stomach and pushing himself immediately to his feet.
There's a loud banging sound from inside the building they have just vacated, and Kylo reaches across the minimal distance between himself and Rey to lay the heavy weight of his hand alone the slope of her shoulder. Words flow without thought or thought of consequence, leather-bound fingers curling in the fabric of her tunic to encourage haste. )
Get away from the building. ( It's a command barked at the same time a tall, dark figure appears at the jagged hole that's left of the broken window, the crosshatching of her helmet reflecting some of the light that it catches and shining silver-lavender as Ji peers down at them. Her long, heavy cloak flaps open over the shoulders, revealing the extensiveness of her wide belt and the overlapping fabric of the tunic underneath it. Armor, like Kylo's own, ribbed and lightweight but still durable and protecting the Knight's vitality. A blaster hangs in her hands, gloved and curled around the barrel and the trigger, respectively, but it's the dull wink of an old lightsaber - too short to belong to a master or even a knight; it almost looks like a training saber, or something in between that and the finished product Rey holds - that poses the real threat. Ji might not be trained to use the Force, but her knowledge of combat means that she won't go down without a fight. FN-2187 had scored a hit on him after all, wounded already or not, and Ji is someone who knows her way better around this blade than some nameless traitor.
From up above, Ji croons: Lord Ren. What have you done?
It isn't the threat of Ji's prowess with a blade that concerns him, though, as much as the weight of the blaster that she holds in her hands. The bolt in the upstairs room had felt heavy, like a cartridge-caliber shot, and while the blaster that she carries has the potential to do real damage, especially pointed toward them as it is, Kylo can tell that it doesn't posses a firepower equivalent to what he'd held moments prior. Nor could that blast have come from the direction that Ji walked in order to bring her to the dilapidated corner she stands in now, which means - )
I was wrong. She's not alone. She brought a sniper. ( He unhooks whatever wall has existed between himself and Rey up until this point so that they might communicate in this way, while at the same time refusing to back down from the issued challenge that Ji's appearance presents. When he speaks aloud, it is directed at her. ) Where is Aurren hiding? Or is it Sariss this time?
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Totally fine.
This, of course, means that their - his - descent is less than graceful, and when he hits the ground it's with a burst of air forced out of his lungs. His hand has slipped somewhat so that Rey's grip extends further south, along his wrist, and his own free hand manages to twist itself around her shoulder during the long moment between the semi-solid foundation of the upstairs floor and the quickly rushing sight of the ground down below. When they do hit, he feels dazed for a moment but just a moment, a bright burst of discomfort - not necessarily sharp enough to be pain, though it certainly doesn't feel good - followed by a spike in adrenaline that has him rolling over onto his stomach and pushing himself immediately to his feet.
There's a loud banging sound from inside the building they have just vacated, and Kylo reaches across the minimal distance between himself and Rey to lay the heavy weight of his hand alone the slope of her shoulder. Words flow without thought or thought of consequence, leather-bound fingers curling in the fabric of her tunic to encourage haste. )
Get away from the building. ( It's a command barked at the same time a tall, dark figure appears at the jagged hole that's left of the broken window, the crosshatching of her helmet reflecting some of the light that it catches and shining silver-lavender as Ji peers down at them. Her long, heavy cloak flaps open over the shoulders, revealing the extensiveness of her wide belt and the overlapping fabric of the tunic underneath it. Armor, like Kylo's own, ribbed and lightweight but still durable and protecting the Knight's vitality. A blaster hangs in her hands, gloved and curled around the barrel and the trigger, respectively, but it's the dull wink of an old lightsaber - too short to belong to a master or even a knight; it almost looks like a training saber, or something in between that and the finished product Rey holds - that poses the real threat. Ji might not be trained to use the Force, but her knowledge of combat means that she won't go down without a fight. FN-2187 had scored a hit on him after all, wounded already or not, and Ji is someone who knows her way better around this blade than some nameless traitor.
From up above, Ji croons: Lord Ren. What have you done?
It isn't the threat of Ji's prowess with a blade that concerns him, though, as much as the weight of the blaster that she holds in her hands. The bolt in the upstairs room had felt heavy, like a cartridge-caliber shot, and while the blaster that she carries has the potential to do real damage, especially pointed toward them as it is, Kylo can tell that it doesn't posses a firepower equivalent to what he'd held moments prior. Nor could that blast have come from the direction that Ji walked in order to bring her to the dilapidated corner she stands in now, which means - )
I was wrong. She's not alone. She brought a sniper. ( He unhooks whatever wall has existed between himself and Rey up until this point so that they might communicate in this way, while at the same time refusing to back down from the issued challenge that Ji's appearance presents. When he speaks aloud, it is directed at her. ) Where is Aurren hiding? Or is it Sariss this time?