Grey Eyed Castaway
Jasper wasn't far behind. The dread had fully set in now, with the realization that something else had slipped into Braze's form. He didn't let himself waver. When the Jedi Master came to the torrent of flames that surged around his student, he simply strode through it, letting the flames lick and burn at his skin as he passed. A faint, radiant light came off of him, the unrefined energy of Force Light. The wound on his chest left behind from
Drenn
had begun to bleed now, soaking his robe-top in a thick layer of blood. It didn't matter. When faced with the overwhelming scenerio of his student, his son being in mortal danger, Jasper was well and capable of ignoring such things. Flames and maelstroms wound not hold him.The Master surged through the chaos, walking with calm and collected purpose. He approached Braze without fear, simply wrapping his arms around the young Jedi in a hug, picking him up and continuing to walk. They were leaving.
"Come on, kiddo," he muttered in a gentle tone. "Let's get you home..."
Each step was excruciatingly painful. It was as though he was walking on spikes, every motion driving something jagged into the souls of his feet. His muscles burned as blood dripped down his chest, but not once did he waver. He wouldn't let himself.
He could take it.
