LEGACY
He had spurred a reaction. Hwo barely had time to readjust to a standard grip before the Sith retaliated, a furious flurry of strikes nearly overtaking him. He managed to parry one, block a second, but he was losing ground quickly. He took a two-handed grip on his hilt to better absorb the impact, but that limited his mobility. A powerful blow forced him down to a knee, nearly taking him all the way to the ground. The Sith’s lightsaber weighed heavily on his own from above, forcing his green blade down onto his own left shoulder. The all-too-familiar searing pain of glowing hot plasma making contact with his flesh momentarily invaded his senses. In a desperate maneuver, he let go with his left hand and dropped his left shoulder to escape the immediate threat, then attempted a Force push against the ground to send him up and out to the right, hoping the Sith would follow through into the space his body once occupied.
Darth Reign
Darth Reign