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Handle light as a feather. Heart burning with desire. Hands clasp in excruciating pain. Shivers of exhaustion spastically shook his left hand. Though he remained emotionless and calm. Both his agony and hunger propelled energy forth. Enough to keep him stable as their swords clashed once again. How he commanded a flawless defense was barely of his own volition. Mnemonic calculations brought him to a conclusion. They had dueled expertly having both equally landed two hits on one another. Still there appeared a clear victor. Ongye lost his fury to conquer replacing it with a fundamental idea of camaraderie. Risha presented her resolve with the passion hidden behind those amber eyes.
Before calling their duel, Ongye watched her just for a moment. Memorizing the lines in her face, the stance she took, the words spoken, and ever inch of steel. Knees bent fourty-five degrees. Force pulled at his heels. Back bent slightly as the saber disengaged. He propelled himself backwards only a few feet to give them distance. The lightsaber returned to its belt hook. ”Thank you.” He said formally. ”I’d say it was a draw but you’ve clearly done a number on me.” Conclusions such as this were humble in origin. ”We could go on but then I’d be betting on careless whispers.” His hand beckoned forth the mask he had discarded earlier. Dawning it once more to cover the smile forming underneath. The room was silent once again and Ongye sat unceremoniously. Bending one leg in while the other spread out. He coughed weakly unable to control the nervous tick. ”Guess you get to challenge the Master now.” His manor of talking seemed sarcastic. An honor it may be to challenge someone of a higher station but not for Ongye. Instead, he was relieved to have lost. Not for fear of a challenge but what might be thought of him should it be denied.
@christhebarker @Nyxova
Before calling their duel, Ongye watched her just for a moment. Memorizing the lines in her face, the stance she took, the words spoken, and ever inch of steel. Knees bent fourty-five degrees. Force pulled at his heels. Back bent slightly as the saber disengaged. He propelled himself backwards only a few feet to give them distance. The lightsaber returned to its belt hook. ”Thank you.” He said formally. ”I’d say it was a draw but you’ve clearly done a number on me.” Conclusions such as this were humble in origin. ”We could go on but then I’d be betting on careless whispers.” His hand beckoned forth the mask he had discarded earlier. Dawning it once more to cover the smile forming underneath. The room was silent once again and Ongye sat unceremoniously. Bending one leg in while the other spread out. He coughed weakly unable to control the nervous tick. ”Guess you get to challenge the Master now.” His manor of talking seemed sarcastic. An honor it may be to challenge someone of a higher station but not for Ongye. Instead, he was relieved to have lost. Not for fear of a challenge but what might be thought of him should it be denied.
@christhebarker @Nyxova