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Nashyr Ris

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Jedi Order
Rank
Jedi Knight

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Killa Ree
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Thmp. Thump. Ching!

Thump, thmp, CRACK.


She took a second, feeling her heart race, eyes narrowed at the bag in concentration. But every time she blinked, she saw the face of Jazzy. Every time she exhaled, she thought about the Order... about her conflicted feelings with some in it. Her own conflicted feelings of leaving her business in her brother's hands once more... and only keeping tabs on it.

Guilt was the bag that suspended off the floor. Most preferred working out their troubles with meditation, or with talking with others...

She preferred to work it out through sparring and kickboxing. The bag rocked gently on its' chain, mocking her it felt like. Like all her other regrets and grieving, piled up to point and laugh. Whoever heard of an ex-stripper Jedi, anyhow? She gritted her teeth, snarling, and planted her feet, knees bent, fists up. The bag became something else entirely... before her very eyes. It flashed between the masked man in charge of all the damages.

Thmp.

Then the gangster that tortured and killed Jazzy.

Thm-thump, BOOM.

Then... herself. Her weaknesses, her fears, the anger and hurt and anxiety, and the overwhelming feeling that she wasted her life solving other peoples' problems... and lost opportunities to find her own freedom and happiness. She wanted to tear it to pieces, rip this woman down and shake her out, she wanted to---

BAM.

She yelled out as her left foot planted, right leg arched up to kick at the midline, landing strong back on her own two feet. Her heart pounded loudly in her temples now, her chest ached... and she trembled. Her leg throbbed again, causing her to blink back the tears, push away the lump in her throat. Weakness, she was supposed to be strong. She had been for so long.

"Kark… I can't cry now..." she muttered to herself, exhaling shakily. But her arms shook, her knees ached... and she found herself standing there, bowing her head.

Weakness... you can't even protect yourself, what makes you think you could've protected her? The voice in the back of her mind, always. A reminder of all her flaws every time she sparred, every time she sat too long and listened to others and felt that old helplessness rise up in her chest.

But there was no one else to see her finally let go. She sighed, gritted her jaw... and walked away. She needed a shower to clear her head... and maybe a long talk with Max.

She wasn't certain if she was up to facing anyone else right now.
 
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