Enemies by Duty

[Curtis Learchin]

Curtis's body went flying across the dirt floor, creating a drag mark that went a foot deep. He finally stopped when he hit a tree, which shook violently from the impact. A sharp pain coursed through his body, blood dripped from the back of his head. He tried to stand but couldn't, the pain in his head was like a constant stabbing.

He glanced up, vision shaky, and saw that the damage was just as bad for [member="Kahlil Zambrano"]. His arm was smoking, but he was standing. Not a good sign at all. With a grunt and a groan, Curtis pushed himself to his feet, using the tree to steady himself. He spat blood, and rubbed his eyes to correct his vision slightly.

"You fight well, Jedi."

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Well, at least [member="Curtis Learchin"] was just as injured. That made it easier for Kahlil in a way. He reached out, calling back his saber to his hand as he stared down the Sith. The blade, however, remained inactive. What it seemed like was the fight was over, and the Jedi would be hard pressed to continue it. "You do too. But we don't have to fight any longer. We're both injured. We can go our separate ways."

 

[Curtis Learchin]

Curtis spat on the floor, blood exiting his mouth. He could fight no more, but neither could the Jedi. He had to let him go, and for that, he had failed himself. Curtis wondered what was next, but one thing he knew was that this wasn't over. He would encounter [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] again, of that he was sure.

Pushing off from the tree, he stumbled before righting himself. He then began limping towards the young Jedi who had matched his abilities. He had no intention of fighting him anymore, he didn't have the strength.

"Go. Collect your weapon." Curtis said, disheartened but hopeful. A smile creeped onto his face. "Until next time."