Damn! Tyrrazapon was tired of Raezyr's little parlor trick already. Now he had to figure out how to beat two guys with 3 light sabers among them. He had no idea how to use the Force the way Raezyr just had. He surely wasn't going to be gaining Eiron's favor any time soon.
He stood and watched intently, and thought about strategic ways he could get his saber back. He looked around as he recalled the exercise they'd just completed. He began to think about his past again, of the beatings, and the scars they'd left. He recalled the night his best friend had been killed and there was nothing he could do to bring her back. He burned with the memory that his father would just ship him off so easily, and that it had caused his captivity in the first place.
Tyrrazapon had drawn a little closer to the dueling duo as they exchanged blows and parries. He continued to well up the memories once again, but this time, he heeded master's words and kept his focus on the two.
How could he lie to me like that? What kind of person prides themselves on being peaceful and loving and caring like the Jedi claim to be, and then ships their own son off alone across pirated airspace to be captured and beaten so young? That bastard.
As Tyr recalled the events, suddenly the flash came again, and he raged. He couldn't explain it, but he felt like pressure was releasing all around him, and before he could realize, Raezyr and Trychon were toppling over, losing their balance. Raezyr lost his grip on Tyrrazapon's blade and it slid across the floor, deactivating.
Quickly it was gathered up and Tyrrazapon's face glowed orange as he reignited it and grinned behind the light.
I....definitely believe now. And I love it!
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