Considering neither he nor Zoella were especially soldiery types, Soleil wasn't quite sure how they'd gotten into their present predicament. He only understood they needed to fight their way out of it. During a transitory step of their travels, they'd found themselves on a backwater planet in a little-traveled section of space in the south. It was there they met a contact- a contact also being tracked by another pair of sentients.
The two were Jedi, and the contact was followed with the intent to find and capture Sith. Now they were trapped in some dark, moonlit corner of hilly, grass-covered plains. The contact lay dead on the ground. There was no easy way out, but they must avoid capture.
Smoke trailed from a collection of small grazes from a lightsaber, save for one across Sol's curled-in left arm. His lips curled into a snarling sneer toward the Jedi across from him, several cuts from the Wrean's vibroweapons trailing blood. His nostrils flared from the scent, further incensed that his usual dirty tactics hadn't been as effective as he'd like. At this rate, it was a test of who fucked up or wore down first, pure attrition.
Behind him in the alley, back facing his, Zoella was facing down the second Jedi. Calm and confident, the Twi'lek woman dueled Zoe all while suggesting peaceful surrender in monotones that vaguely suggested the tiniest hint of empathy. Sol wasn't buying it, but he also couldn't afford to pay too much attention to that half of things. This Jedi boy was annoyingly persistent in his bladework, something Sol was less practiced at, and the acolyte was running low on options for trickery.
Everyone was to some degree physically and Forcefully worn down. Sol tried to take deep breaths and control a body that wanted to pant for air and rest even with regular rushes of fresh adrenaline. One way or another, he didn't think it'd last much longer.
Soleil's guard dropped further down as if his arm was struggling to hold a weapon, shoulder drooping, a defiant strength mixed with fear behind his eyes. He took a step toward Jesper, hoping to use his apparent weakness as bait. Somewhere behind him the Twi'lek Jedi rushed forward toward Zoella, a continued pattern of aggressive combinations and retreat to wear the other acolyte down. It began with an overhead diagonal swing toward Zoella's saber-side as soon as she was in range.
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