#drivren

          his muscles had tired long ago, lungs past the point of fire brewing betwixt them. his consciousness seems to bleed across the room and he can feel the shift all around him. he’s tapped into something far greater than just  simple focus, a rooted power, guiding his every movement. he feels the pull and the push, limbs acting on their own accord. large frame maintains an unforeseen grace, carefully and fluidly, he allows it to flood every channel of his body. he remains centered, bouncing crimson blade from blast to blast through a seemingly never ending stream, relentlessly sprayed in his direction.  —- one misstep, one slip of distraction, could turn training into an unforgettable lesson…. or worse.  of course, azaiah would choose now to join in observing the master knight.         his presence is noted but kylo forgets about him just as soon as he grows aware  —– he can’t afford to pay mind. though, he’d be lying if the fellow ren’s observation didn’t invoke further incentive. he manages to block every impossible shot, not even a singe left upon his robing. for the time being, he maintained a connection to the force he simply refused to return from. 

            he feels it  —– the rumble of a catastrophic storm. it rolls through the force like a tidal wave, flooding the air around them. where others might suffer and drown, they were in their prime. they’ve been preparing for this —— bleeding themselves dry to hone skill and focus. some part of him wonders —– do they lie awake at night in anticipation ? do they feel it just as he does ? or are they truly oblivious to their own violent ends ?             students of the light, former brethren he’d once stood by  — now the enemy &  it was his destiny to deliver their final blows. he was ready, now —– as ready as he could be. some weak piece of him dreads the weight of this responsibility. but it has to be done, the jedi could not rise.  steady breath washes through his lungs, expanding chest as the silence stretches.  despite  their qualms, if anyone were to feel this storm along with him —-  it would be azaiah.                ‘ war —- ’ kylo agrees ‘ —— is already here. ’ and if ever there was a time for them to set aside their differences and fight for the same —– it was now. this was bigger than the both of them.  their quarrels were of infinitely smaller significance.