[The urge to fight is strong. There's adrenaline pumping through his veins and he feels like he's on pins and needles - it's a familiar feeling, one that comes every time he's in a firefight or flying his X-Wing into the middle of an Imperial attack. This isn't the right place for this.
But he can't just back down, either. He breathes out and his bright white-blue blade ignites with a snap-hiss, the hum rising in counter to Darth Maul's lightsaber.]
We don't have to do this.
[Especially with his own plans for later in the month.]
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But he can't just back down, either. He breathes out and his bright white-blue blade ignites with a snap-hiss, the hum rising in counter to Darth Maul's lightsaber.]
We don't have to do this.
[Especially with his own plans for later in the month.]