And the Jedi knew it when he had scored a direct hit. With the adrenaline coursing through him, Josh had accidentally taken the arm of the Wookiee, something he hated doing.
"STOP!" Josh shouted, stopping the Wookiee from striking again. Josh again could have easily struck his opponent down right there... The advantage was his, and would be no matter what he did. But to him, he was honor bound in this duel...
He took the second lightsaber, deactivating it and putting it onto the table he had just leaped off of, his eyes never leaving the Wookiee. This wasn't the first time he had shown kindness to a Sith, and wouldn't be the last. He recalled the last time faintly... A Sith named Vira, who Josh had refused to kill after he had bested her, her begging to be put to an end when she was shamed in her... Eyes.... Kind of.... (Miraluka) met only with kindness and a helping hand. Though she had taken advantage of the kindness and had the opportunity to kill DragonsFlame, she hadn't been able to finish it. He had turned her with that sense of honor without even realizing it. It was an honor he would show to all who dueled the same way, Jedi or Sith.
His eyes bore into the Wookiee's, not an inch of exhaustion crossing his face.
"... Are you ready to begin?" he finally spoke, now only using his dark blue lightsaber in his right hand.
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