Startled by the abrupt shift in Jonyna's tone and her lightning-quick draw of her cortosis-infused katana, Braze instinctively attempted to dodge. Despite his efforts, the katana grazed his lightsaber, causing the blade to sputter and extinguish instantly.
The young Jedi's eyes widened for a split second, clearly caught off guard. Yet, almost immediately, his surprise shifted to a sly grin, as if he relished the new challenge.
"Ah, I see. Point made. Tools can fail you, and adaptability is key," he remarked, his eyes narrowing as he shifted into a stance better suited for unarmed combat.
"Looks like it's time for Plan B, doesn't it?"
With a wry smile still on his face, Braze extended his hand palm-outward toward Jonyna. He focused, channeling his newfound skill in pyrokinesis. A flicker of concentration flashed across his eyes as he summoned a burst of flame from his hand, aiming to disrupt Jonyna's stance or at least provide a distraction.
"So, what's the lesson for countering this, then?" he playfully taunted, feeling the surge of heat emanate from his palm.
As the flames leapt from his palm, even Braze himself was a bit surprised at how naturally the pyrokinesis came to him. Just moments ago, his saber had been disabled; he was weaponless and theoretically at a disadvantage. Yet, here he was, wielding fire as if he had been practicing the art for years.
There was an inexplicable affinity he felt with the element, as if it resonated with something fundamental within him. Unlike the more precise and controlled nature of other Force abilities he had tried to learn, fire seemed to operate on a different set of rules. It was chaotic, unpredictable, and had a raw, untamed energy that felt oddly congruent with his own spirit.
The fire didn't just obey him; it felt like an extension of him. And that revelation, the ease with which he could summon and control it, was as surprising as it was exhilarating.
Jasper Kai'el
?" Braze asked curiously as he padded along after her looking about curiously.
