[Suddenly he's airborne, the back of his head and neck slamming into the ceiling hard enough to knock him senseless, the knife falling from his hands.
He had one last chance. He wasn't ready to deploy the stuff Fox had been teaching him. And he'd promised the guy he wouldn't use any of it for combat. And he'd intended to keep that promise, at least as long as they were working together.
But this felt like do or die.
His vision was swimming, but he did his best to focus, drawing on the components of the magic as Fox had taught him. Concentrate it, like plasma in a blaster bolt.
He breathed out, and the air in front of him rippled oddly, pushing slowly towards the Jedi as he fumbled for something in a makeshift pouch, a pair of small objects.
There was a quiet click of metal on stone, and then suddenly there was fire.]
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He had one last chance. He wasn't ready to deploy the stuff Fox had been teaching him. And he'd promised the guy he wouldn't use any of it for combat. And he'd intended to keep that promise, at least as long as they were working together.
But this felt like do or die.
His vision was swimming, but he did his best to focus, drawing on the components of the magic as Fox had taught him. Concentrate it, like plasma in a blaster bolt.
He breathed out, and the air in front of him rippled oddly, pushing slowly towards the Jedi as he fumbled for something in a makeshift pouch, a pair of small objects.
There was a quiet click of metal on stone, and then suddenly there was fire.]