Well, we've just met. I'm sure this will turn into an awesome friendship.
[ But that's enough for words. The Exile channels the Force, imbuing herself with it before darting at Rey. Literally whoosing towards her opponent, delivering a singular overhead strike. It's a bit obvious, but very, very fast. ]
[ rey brings up her staff almost immediately, catching the downward strike of the woman's blade — but just barely. she can feel the impact of the force behind the attack. ]
— You have a strange way of making friends! [ and she swings the quarterstaff around afterward, aiming for a strike of her own. ]
[ In her hands, the stick is a blur that comes from every direction. Sticking to Form II allows the Exile to easily attack and block, the length of Rey's quarterstaff making it so she can see the attack coming with relative ease. She does note the girl hits hard.
Still, the Exile gives her no respite. She attacks relentlessly, but also with far less vice than she generally would.
[ even as the attack comes hard and fast, she can't help but wonder if this woman is holding back, somehow. the force radiates off of her in waves; she has to be more powerful than this.
even so, rey returns the blows, maneuvering out of the exile's way to give herself a moment of respite. ]
If you're a Force-user, and you know of the Jedi, you must have been one of his trainees, long ago. [ a brief pause, as she catches her breath. ] Luke Skywalker's.
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for exile.
[ now she does bristle at the comment that she knows less than expected. ]
— I don't know you. I certainly don't answer to you, either, and I have nothing to prove where you are concerned. [ the quarterstaff comes up again. ]
So if you want me to swing my stick at you, come at me.
no subject
[ But that's enough for words. The Exile channels the Force, imbuing herself with it before darting at Rey. Literally whoosing towards her opponent, delivering a singular overhead strike. It's a bit obvious, but very, very fast. ]
no subject
— You have a strange way of making friends! [ and she swings the quarterstaff around afterward, aiming for a strike of her own. ]
no subject
[ In her hands, the stick is a blur that comes from every direction. Sticking to Form II allows the Exile to easily attack and block, the length of Rey's quarterstaff making it so she can see the attack coming with relative ease. She does note the girl hits hard.
Still, the Exile gives her no respite. She attacks relentlessly, but also with far less vice than she generally would.
She is testing her, and Rey might realize that. ]
no subject
even so, rey returns the blows, maneuvering out of the exile's way to give herself a moment of respite. ]
If you're a Force-user, and you know of the Jedi, you must have been one of his trainees, long ago. [ a brief pause, as she catches her breath. ] Luke Skywalker's.