╳ BAD MACHINE ╳

an eyebrow quirks at the threat which is posed towards the jedi and he can’t help but LAUGH to himself over this. it was always the same: bickering, a fight, either one of them would get injured, and either one of them would escape.

his eyes never left the cyborg, shadowing his every move, and his fingers TWITCHING around the base of his saber which clung to his hip belt. 

❛ I was rather hoping that my lightsaber would be passed alongside my wisdom if I’m entirely honest with you, general, I have no wish for it to collide with your fate. ❜ sarcasm drips off his tongue as it backs against grievous’ words. 

the comlink settled within his ears spark that his backup were ready, and by the end of the sentence kenobi’s saber is detached and he swirls it confidently around his hand. 

❛ though if one of us were to die, let us at least DANCE first —- ❜  there’s a quick smirk before his body lunges towards grievous.

✕ ————— ✕

        “Very well.”

    Grievous was only able to give a short response before he found himself engaged in the familiar WALTZ of battle. Reptilian optics were focused upon his rival as an emerald blade was brought forth from his great cloak.

    As durasteel talons moved over metallic flooring ( a change of STANCE ), the creature’s cape flowed GRACEFULLY behind his wretched form. The other’s advance had only allowed for Grievous to draw one of his many weapons ( though it was held at the ready ).

HER BLUE-GREEN GAZE runs over the being’s intimidating stature before she takes a step back.  hera has no idea who he is, of course, or what he may want with her father.     ❛  that’s m  ——  ❜     would it be unwise of her to say she very much knows cham syndulla?  it is difficult to tell.  trying to swallow her concern, pink lips against viridian skin part as her own eyes avert the yellowish glow of his.     ❛  WHAT FOR?  ❜

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        “His actions against the SEPARATISTS have not gone unnoticed.”

    A low growl accompanied his words, and metallic CLAWS covertly tightened their grip upon the hilts of his blades. 

            she doesn’t want to flinch, but she does. it hums too close to her skin.     ❛   no.   ❜     the syllable is forced — she doesn’t want to help him, either. she speaks in reluctant syllables.     ❛   what’s the message ?   ❜

✕ ————— ✕

        “They will remove their forces from this planet, or innocent blood will be SPILLED.”

    A growl escaped his horrid form as reflective eyes NARROWED.

“So you keep telling us and yet here we are again.” He pointed out not even slightly impressed. This was not the first time they met but hopefully, it would be the last time. “Tell me what do you have in mind for us today? More battle droids?”

✕ ————— ✕

        “In part, yes--”

    A MAGNAGUARD emerged from the shadows, crimson optics piercing the surrounding air like the glow of a sith’s blade. Grievous had no desire to duel Skywalker here and NOW, ( the battle at hand had depleted his immediate forces ) but it was not entirely out of the question. 

        “Here is SKILL given false life.”

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