[ a blade of green light spins past the darkling, and luke's slight form follows, darting past the pouring darkness nearly too quickly to see. the lightsaber neatly beheads one of the bandits before being recalled to luke's hand as he leaps, booted foot slamming into another's face, bearing the figure all the way down into the dirt. he ducks beneath cutting black tendril, weaving between threads of the darkness like it's a dance, and flings out his hand, throwing figures into the air that weren't caught by kirigan's powers.
he spins into a defensive position, then, lightsaber held across his chest, small form tensed and ready to move again and radiating dread and warning: don't engage. run away, bouldersnakes, and perhaps you'll live to fight another day. ]
Is that your blood? [ he calls back to the other man, not sparing him a glance as he tilts his head to listen for movement from other bandits in the area. ]
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he spins into a defensive position, then, lightsaber held across his chest, small form tensed and ready to move again and radiating dread and warning: don't engage. run away, bouldersnakes, and perhaps you'll live to fight another day. ]
Is that your blood? [ he calls back to the other man, not sparing him a glance as he tilts his head to listen for movement from other bandits in the area. ]