BRIGHTHOME
Jedi Space Station || Training Room
Jedi Space Station || Training Room
SNAP-HISS
Leon’s throbbing head whipped toward the sound at the same time he began scutting backward. A figure clad in all black holding a crimson lightsaber sauntered toward him. Their face was shrouded in shadow, but they wore a malicious sneer. Leon, with an effort, pushed himself up and reached for Lionheart, but his Blastsword wasn’t there. He moved for his training saber, but it was gone too.
What the hell Baudelaire? He chastised himself as he stared his death in the face. His chest heaved as his mortality stood prominent in his mind. The cloaked figure lifted their weapon and lunged forward. Leon lifted his hands to cover his face in a final feeble attempt to survive. The blade passed through his body without resistance… and then he woke up.
“NO!” he cried sitting up frantically while making sure all of his limbs were still attached. The pale fluorescent light made his eyes close as the throbbing in his head seemed to have followed him out of his nightmare. He touched his head and yelped as, once again, his fingers came back bloody. That’s when the metallic steps caught his attention. A training droid was trotting back to its station and finally, everything started to make sense.
He’d lost to the fucking droid. Embarrassed and frustrated he rose to his feet, wiped the blood from his brow and picked up his deactivated lightsaber. He was starting to think he’d never get a hand of the weapon. His eyes flicked to Lionheart and then back to the lightsaber. With a sigh, he ignited the dull blue blade and began walking through the steps of Shi-Cho.
@Black Noise