Maxx
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Still walking forward, Lethe turned his head so the Felucians would know that he was speaking to them. He let out a few clicks and a bark, telling them that they need not worry about this stranger to them. They slightly put at ease by this, but he could see that there was still a little bit of nervousness in them. Yet again he wondered if there was something they noticed that he didn't. Despite having lived among them for the past eight months, there was still a lot about them that was alien to him. He just shook his head shrugged it off, it was just the mental exhaustion getting to him, channeling that much of the jungle's power had drained him.
His head snapped to face Hrassk when he started speaking. In his hands he held the same light sword that he had used against the mantis crab earlier. Up close he could hear the hum of the blade, the few sparks that jumped from it, and he found himself staring into it. Hrassk handed him what must have been a second light sword, but no light came from it. The grip didn't feel right in the slightest, but he gave it a few swings like he would have with his Skullblade.
Looking back and forth between the light of the orange blade and the hilt in his hands, nothing truly astounding came to mind. But there was one thing that kept popping up in his mind, a color. "Blue." He had no idea what the color blue had to do with weapon, but that was what his mind kept telling him. "I don't know if that's anything, but when I look at the light of the blade, the color blue comes to mind." He handed back the hilt Hrassk had given him. He tried to think more about the strange weapon. The more he thought, the more an idea came into his head. He thought of how easily the blade and cut through the mantis crab's thick hide.
In one smooth motion he grabbed his Skullblade that was at his side and brought it up, prepared to swing it, hard. "Hold on!" That was the warning he gave right before he swung his blade at the light sword. The two blades met and sparks flew, but no damage had come to either the orange light or his own blade. "Now I know, it isn't tougher than my own blade."
His head snapped to face Hrassk when he started speaking. In his hands he held the same light sword that he had used against the mantis crab earlier. Up close he could hear the hum of the blade, the few sparks that jumped from it, and he found himself staring into it. Hrassk handed him what must have been a second light sword, but no light came from it. The grip didn't feel right in the slightest, but he gave it a few swings like he would have with his Skullblade.
Looking back and forth between the light of the orange blade and the hilt in his hands, nothing truly astounding came to mind. But there was one thing that kept popping up in his mind, a color. "Blue." He had no idea what the color blue had to do with weapon, but that was what his mind kept telling him. "I don't know if that's anything, but when I look at the light of the blade, the color blue comes to mind." He handed back the hilt Hrassk had given him. He tried to think more about the strange weapon. The more he thought, the more an idea came into his head. He thought of how easily the blade and cut through the mantis crab's thick hide.
In one smooth motion he grabbed his Skullblade that was at his side and brought it up, prepared to swing it, hard. "Hold on!" That was the warning he gave right before he swung his blade at the light sword. The two blades met and sparks flew, but no damage had come to either the orange light or his own blade. "Now I know, it isn't tougher than my own blade."