"Do you question your master? Do you defy me? You may not ask such to me, fool."
The words appeared in the mans head suddenly.
((Sorry to make a terrible and short post, but I have to go))
((Okay, who do you think you are? You can't crush a lightsaber withouyt breaking my hand. I already stated it was so into my grasp the hilt was not visible. Also, even if you could, you seriously think you could dart of a force lightning all of a sudden, and block the DL without looking at him...
In my opinion, his supporters are leaving him. He is not gaining any, either. But hey, he's at least 1000000000 times a better leader than Michigan's governor.
The saber thrusted forth toward his chest. Duck? No, he was too be. Jump? No, too risky. Roll off? No, it would do no good. Block it.....it was his only hope. Isshmum twisted his whole body, keeping a small balance, and lept up, just nearly away from the blade. It wasn't high enough. He spun the...
And so approached his master. The dark one of power walked within the presence of all, with the respect of few. The large, hulking Wookiee approached his new student.
"Do you deem yourself ready?" spoke Isshmum, transferring it directly into the mind of the other.
Isshmum tumbled as the man dropped him. He could have handled such himself, but this was fine. As his recovery from the fall took place, a large beam emitted from his hand, the handle not visible.
He had no cloak on anymore, it had been caught by the branch, and had ripped off his back.
As...
The voice entered inside the man's head, if you could call him man, as quickly as it was sent.
"You lie. He is my master. I did not ask for your guidance at all. Who are you to make such a rash decision?"
Isshmum could feel the presence of his lord, and could feel all eyes glaring at him. The...