[ The void that rises up out of the earth to divide them might as well be a physical thing, thrusting them apart like the crumbling base had done on Starkiller, leaving a hollow aching gap that repeats like reverb—Wrong. In that moment, watching his gaze grow distant and feeling the ocean of darkness swell back over him, Rey knows that he is lost in it; she hardly gets the chance to wonder what that means for the progress he'd made out of it, if it means that he's right back where he started by his own hand, free of Snoke but not of what Snoke sculpted him into.
For all her attempts to separate herself, drive a divider between them and isolate herself in the quiet of her own mind, Rey feels with perfect clarity the hum of the vibroblade as it cuts to bone, leaving a burning ache behind. It dazes her to a series of wide blinks long enough not to react as Kylo chases Ji with the beam of his saber, leaving a hot burn that mirrors a scar Finn bears. Let no one claim that Kylo Ren is an honorable swordsman.
Rather than waste time judging that move, Rey follows. She raises her knee and drives her heel forward into the small of Ji's back to knock her deeper into the mine, knowing full and well that a shallow slice across the back is far from fatal. In the worst escort mission from the worst video game ever, Rey attempts to wedge herself between Kylo Ren and his former second, taking up the task of the fight in a fervent effort to all at once keep him alive, keep him from killing Ji, and fight Ji off. She has two staggered steps to do it before Ji recovers, and turns with the vibroblade poised to defend herself.
Rey parries it with surprise, finding that the technology has sufficiently improved to help it deflect a lightsaber. It rebuffs her, the force of the collision ringing through her bones like reverb, but she continues to make horizontal cuts to keep Ji from landing a strike until her muscles howl disapproval—the horizontal slash becomes a sweeping arc that slips past the hilt of Ji's blade while she's got her arm extended to jab it. Rey takes the hit in her ribs, the knife cutting between her fourth and fifth with a sharp sting that dizzies her, in order to take advantage of the opening with that arcing motion and sweeping her blade straight through Ji's wrist, as though it were hardly there.
The blade, and Ji's hand, thuds when it hits the dirt floor, but it is drowned out by the sounds of pain. Rey pushes down the snapping wolf within her that wants to feed on the blood, to rejoice that it has been shed and laud itself for the violence of the act—it tastes like revenge, looming in defense of the monster that hovers like a shadow projected on the mouth of the tunnel behind her. ]
You can't keep fighting; you must know that. [ She kicks the vibroblade away. ] Surrender. Take your life.
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For all her attempts to separate herself, drive a divider between them and isolate herself in the quiet of her own mind, Rey feels with perfect clarity the hum of the vibroblade as it cuts to bone, leaving a burning ache behind. It dazes her to a series of wide blinks long enough not to react as Kylo chases Ji with the beam of his saber, leaving a hot burn that mirrors a scar Finn bears. Let no one claim that Kylo Ren is an honorable swordsman.
Rather than waste time judging that move, Rey follows. She raises her knee and drives her heel forward into the small of Ji's back to knock her deeper into the mine, knowing full and well that a shallow slice across the back is far from fatal. In the worst escort mission from the worst video game ever, Rey attempts to wedge herself between Kylo Ren and his former second, taking up the task of the fight in a fervent effort to all at once keep him alive, keep him from killing Ji, and fight Ji off. She has two staggered steps to do it before Ji recovers, and turns with the vibroblade poised to defend herself.
Rey parries it with surprise, finding that the technology has sufficiently improved to help it deflect a lightsaber. It rebuffs her, the force of the collision ringing through her bones like reverb, but she continues to make horizontal cuts to keep Ji from landing a strike until her muscles howl disapproval—the horizontal slash becomes a sweeping arc that slips past the hilt of Ji's blade while she's got her arm extended to jab it. Rey takes the hit in her ribs, the knife cutting between her fourth and fifth with a sharp sting that dizzies her, in order to take advantage of the opening with that arcing motion and sweeping her blade straight through Ji's wrist, as though it were hardly there.
The blade, and Ji's hand, thuds when it hits the dirt floor, but it is drowned out by the sounds of pain. Rey pushes down the snapping wolf within her that wants to feed on the blood, to rejoice that it has been shed and laud itself for the violence of the act—it tastes like revenge, looming in defense of the monster that hovers like a shadow projected on the mouth of the tunnel behind her. ]
You can't keep fighting; you must know that. [ She kicks the vibroblade away. ] Surrender. Take your life.