Kyle Roth ☫ Kylo Ren (immunetolight) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2020-05-13 01:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | freya shepherd, kyle roth |
Who: Kyle Roth & Freya Shepherd
What: More training, but dialed up a few notches. Also Freya tries to teach Kyle about dance fighting sort of.
Where: The same abandoned building in London
When: Backdated to Saturday, May 9th (late afternoon)
Warnings: Some, uh, Force Tension
"Harder."
A bead of sweat collected along his hairline made the slow, torturous slide down his skin as Kyle held himself still for one calculating moment before advancing again. The word that spilled from his throat was harsh but lacked aggression, a sharp burst of air that was more anticipation than command.
Their first training had ended rocky, but in the wake of words exchanged in anger that day, there seemed to exist an understanding now. A silent agreement that passed between them when they were able to meet, something that happened every time they picked up their weapons and faced each other. Eventually, everything else faded into the background of white noise that the rest of the world was slowly starting to become to him when they came together like this, and all he could feel was her.
Kyle hadn't forgotten his plans, but after some time and without really intending to, he let them fade to the back of his mind along with the rest. Not gone completely, still lingering just around the edges but no longer the driving force. At least not today. Today, he engaged her in combat with the single objective of seeing how she would counter his next move, how she would anticipate him.
Outside of the secret they now kept, the remainder of Kyle's life had changed very little. The demands inside of the Resistance were endless, as was dealing with Clark's varied and frustrating attempts to undermine him and his position at every possible turn. In some ways, slipping away to meet Freya here had become something of a reprieve in his mind, as turbulent as he still often was on the subject. Kyle sometimes felt threatened by it but other times, like now, he was more interested in seeing what she was going to do next.
Very slowly, it had begun to consume him.
With a burst of speed, Kyle swung his lightsaber out and attacked. The building they trained in had seen better days, certainly before they'd started marking it for their own personal abuse and definitely after it. There was a dent in one of the pillars where Kyle had almost taken it out completely during a particularly exuberant exchange, and it was a good thing he hadn't succeeded. A ceiling falling down on top of them, while not something that would even slow them down at this point, would only draw unwanted attention. There were already chunks of wall missing, cracks in the cement underneath their feet. The place was in shambles, but neither one of them showed any hint of slowing down once they hit a momentum.
His breath came in quick, ragged bursts. Kyle's heart beat like a jack hammer inside his chest, as agitated as he was eager to continue. He still wore the armored jacket to protect himself, now with no sweatshirt underneath since the last one had been mangled. That kept him from overheating even if the thermal insulation of his jacket hadn't already done its job as their pace picked up again and he urged her on. "You're still holding back. I can feel it." Where was the scavenger who had fought Kylo with such ferocity? Was she in there somewhere? With his mind, Kyle reached out to her.
Let go.