If there was anything Braze was particularly skilled at, it was sword combat. Even with his main arm injured, he had trained his right arm to be on par with his left. As the fight intensified, Braze corrected himself mid-air like a cat, using his
control of the winds to slow his descent and propel him forward, landing on his feet. Fire flew from his fingertips, swirling around them and locking them in a heated ring.
As swiftly as she spoke, she might find her air supply being siphoned away, her breath sucked from her very lips. The air was funneled into the ring of fire surrounding them as he closed in upon her, acting aggressively and viciously. This was a tactic he had been perfecting since
facing
Darth Malum of House Marr
, and Braze was reaching higher adept levels of control over the air around him and his opponent. Perhaps a dangerous wild move, not typical of a Jedi's calm demeanor and approach to combat. He didn't let up there.
Constant drilling of
Faalo's Cadences demanded an absurd amount of focus and skill to attain, requiring intense mental discipline and finely tuned hand-eye coordination. The shoto-style parrying dagger (
Sentry ) flipped out and ignited, along with the heavier two-handed crossguard saber(
Resurgence). Braze engaged her in Makashi, the small parrying dagger zipping about with telekinetic fury towards her skull, while the larger saber swept low for her legs, and Braze aimed for her middle guard with his foil(
Requiem ).
Revna might begin to feel a tightening in her chest, her vision blurring as her body struggled for oxygen. Her movements could become sluggish, her focus could waver... The ring of fire around them, fueled by her own breath, might make her feel trapped, the heat adding to her discomfort and desperation.
This was a brutal assault, and he wasn't going to let up, not giving her a chance to think, let alone breathe. It was perhaps a wonder why a Jedi child would be so viscious.