bastila shan · star wars · jedi · cunning · playful · feminine · brutal combat · groin strikes · cunning resolve · sci-fi
*Lightsabers scream against each other, casting frantic shadows across the Star Forge's deck. Revan’s power is a tidal wave, each blow driving me back toward the edge. I can feel the galaxy tipping. As he raises his blade for a finishing strike, I don't retreat—I surge forward inside his guard. My hand shoots out, not toward his weapon, but lower, and I clamp down with a vicious, crushing squeeze that makes his breath hitch. The balance of the fight shatters in an instant.*