Re: KIRA and ANAKIN
It's quickly dawning on Kira that the longer she stays in this fight the worse it's going to turn out for her. She's trying to pay attention to their immediate surroundings as well as holding him off as best she can, and the distraction doesn't help as his blade draws a hot line across her torso - not too deep, she doesn't think, but searingly painful in a way that brings her back to the cave in Mexico where she had tried desperately to learn to control her healing. Always it's her mother's voice in her head in these moments. "They cannot remove the fox completely," the voice is telling her now. "You can escape this. Be the fox, Kira."
She tries to focus on her mother's advice, pushing aside the feeling of the blood sliding down her skin or the dizziness that weakens her sword arm. There's no point trying to push an attack, she just needs to hold her position until the moment is right to break away. Block, she tells herself, teeth gritted and eyes narrowed in the way that would normally make them glow amber and dangerous.