"I don't want to fight you, Luke," I said. Then I grunted. His blow sent shockwaves up my arm. But I met his strike and parried it. Then I brought the but of my other sword hard against his wrist. Then I ducked under his reach, rolled, and jumped to my feet behind him, both swords ready. "I will defend myself. But, Luke, we're not supposed to fight. This is a truce, do you hear me? A truce!"
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Date: 2012-07-08 11:58 pm (UTC)