Drawing upon the Force, Orren propels himself forward with a tremendous burst of speed. The gold-bronze blade of his lightsaber flashes, swinging in a wide but impossibly fast arc towards Kreia's own lightsaber - a spot just below the emitter, but just above her hand.
It's a disarming strike. He doesn't expect to land so easily, but he is hoping to disarm and incapacitate rather than kill ... he has a great deal of questions that need answer, and he suspects Kreia has far more answers than she's given.
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Date: 2020-11-25 10:55 pm (UTC)Drawing upon the Force, Orren propels himself forward with a tremendous burst of speed. The gold-bronze blade of his lightsaber flashes, swinging in a wide but impossibly fast arc towards Kreia's own lightsaber - a spot just below the emitter, but just above her hand.
It's a disarming strike. He doesn't expect to land so easily, but he is hoping to disarm and incapacitate rather than kill ... he has a great deal of questions that need answer, and he suspects Kreia has far more answers than she's given.