( Ji parries and withdraws, spinning away quickly and recovering lost ground in a move that both mirrors and contradicts Kylo's own fighting style, using the popping flare of his long sweeps and high arcs and the rotation of a blade to wind up but where Kylo uses it to throw power and force behind his blade, Ji uses it to retreat, regroup. She watches the spinning blue point of Rey's blade from behind a mask that reflects the light, square durasteel panels washing blue, and then thrusts forward on Rey's downswing to catch her mid-level as Rey steps in front of him. Which is about the same time that Kylo gathers his bearings enough from going ass over tit in an attempt to get out of the way of incoming blaster fire and the inevitable sting of Ji's blade - either against his own or against his skin, however fast he can make himself turn - to see that Rey has stepped between them.
She drives him back like a siren wail in his head, and Kylo grits his teeth: in defiance, in anger, in retaliatory, childish petulance. This isn't her fight, he thinks, but just as quickly corrects himself with the knowledge that it's as much her fight as it is his own, pressing to the ground palms and fingers that feel the indentation of choppy gravel through his gloves as he scrambles to get up. His lightsaber screams in a heavy burst of red as it turns over in his grip, but there is no one there for him to fight. He drives deeper into the mine, turning back to throw a wild look over his shoulder just as the roof of the shaft over their heads explodes in a rainfall of rock and a rotted wooden beam and - there. He sees it. A brief, bright flash of a scope catching the last of the moon's sunlight, like a wink.
The green of Ji's saber rises, and Kylo lifts his blade with the intention of folding himself back into the fight but Rey reaches back and pushes him and it's enough to get his feet off of the ground again as he falls and hits the ground a moment later, knocking the wind right out of him. He's on his feet in no time, though he sends no small amount of resentment at her through the crackling connection of the bond as she runs ahead of him, and tears after her down the mine shaft, his mind a whirl of bright green and that single point of light across the way while Rey seemingly chooses pathways at random. His thoughts are hers and vice versa, making communication unnecessary as they plunge deeper into the darkness, and Kylo gets the sense that were he to sweep the ground with light other than the trembling glow offered by their sabers, he would see that his footsteps perfectly match the ones that Rey leaves behind.
Ji follows, though, always right on his heels, tracking them not necessarily by tapping into the Force and sniffing them out but by following the ripping of their breath through open mouths as they pull in stale, dusty air, by listening to the sound of their retreating footsteps and sliding rocks over ground that has not been disturbed in decades. She's quiet, herself, and when Kylo attempts to divert the flow of his attention harnessed on Rey down a different channel focusing on locating Ji, he's repelled as if she's batting him away, like bouncing off of a wall and back into position. The sensation startles him for its existence at all - she should not be able to do this - enough that he grabs one of the hanging, long-extinguished cords dangling bulbs for balance that is suddenly skewed, and rips it out of the wall, glass breaking under his feet as he steps on it.
At once there is a burst of green behind them, too close not to have been cloaked from them completely, and Kylo can't stop himself - he doubles back to level a hard blow. The ground underfoot groans, unhappily disturbed after all these years, and even in the dark he can see - they can see - that the structure is not at all sound. )
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She drives him back like a siren wail in his head, and Kylo grits his teeth: in defiance, in anger, in retaliatory, childish petulance. This isn't her fight, he thinks, but just as quickly corrects himself with the knowledge that it's as much her fight as it is his own, pressing to the ground palms and fingers that feel the indentation of choppy gravel through his gloves as he scrambles to get up. His lightsaber screams in a heavy burst of red as it turns over in his grip, but there is no one there for him to fight. He drives deeper into the mine, turning back to throw a wild look over his shoulder just as the roof of the shaft over their heads explodes in a rainfall of rock and a rotted wooden beam and - there. He sees it. A brief, bright flash of a scope catching the last of the moon's sunlight, like a wink.
The green of Ji's saber rises, and Kylo lifts his blade with the intention of folding himself back into the fight but Rey reaches back and pushes him and it's enough to get his feet off of the ground again as he falls and hits the ground a moment later, knocking the wind right out of him. He's on his feet in no time, though he sends no small amount of resentment at her through the crackling connection of the bond as she runs ahead of him, and tears after her down the mine shaft, his mind a whirl of bright green and that single point of light across the way while Rey seemingly chooses pathways at random. His thoughts are hers and vice versa, making communication unnecessary as they plunge deeper into the darkness, and Kylo gets the sense that were he to sweep the ground with light other than the trembling glow offered by their sabers, he would see that his footsteps perfectly match the ones that Rey leaves behind.
Ji follows, though, always right on his heels, tracking them not necessarily by tapping into the Force and sniffing them out but by following the ripping of their breath through open mouths as they pull in stale, dusty air, by listening to the sound of their retreating footsteps and sliding rocks over ground that has not been disturbed in decades. She's quiet, herself, and when Kylo attempts to divert the flow of his attention harnessed on Rey down a different channel focusing on locating Ji, he's repelled as if she's batting him away, like bouncing off of a wall and back into position. The sensation startles him for its existence at all - she should not be able to do this - enough that he grabs one of the hanging, long-extinguished cords dangling bulbs for balance that is suddenly skewed, and rips it out of the wall, glass breaking under his feet as he steps on it.
At once there is a burst of green behind them, too close not to have been cloaked from them completely, and Kylo can't stop himself - he doubles back to level a hard blow. The ground underfoot groans, unhappily disturbed after all these years, and even in the dark he can see - they can see - that the structure is not at all sound. )