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            → taking fighting instance before anakin is on his feet once
                more, his lightsaber HUMMING as he positioned it in a
                perfect ARCH – a practiced thing, ingrained in his bones,
                though never before with such an INTENSITY prompting
                it. the air is THICK with tension, the FORCE surrounding
                both warriors SINGING in a taut, STRAINED tone. he will not
                be the first to strike – NO, he would not give that to vader –
                but he had no plans of giving up on his CREED or on his
                LIFE tonight, blood thrumming with adrenaline.

                            ( later, he may grieve over this – now,
                                     first of all, he needs to
                                                 SURVIVE. )

                     “i see no COHERENCE in your words. you DO NOT
                      BELONG to the DARK SIDE, anakin, not ANY MORE
                                                THAN I DO.”

            → bracing himself for the impact, for the clashing of their sabers,
                 VICIOUS & WILD, kenobi defends himself with precision despite
                 the ANGER fueling the strikes of his former friendpartner
                 apprentice. if what motivates anakin’s movements is FURY,
                 what fuels obi-wan is DETERMINATION; the urge to bring
                 CLARITY back into the eyes of the man he once called his friend.
                 the mortal dance they perform seems as if CHOREOGRAPHED,
                 for the shared familiarity of their fight styles was still FAR TOO
                 SYNCHRONIZED.

                ( the acknowledgement should hurt, but now it only keeps him going. )

             he had PREDICTED his former master to DEFEND his onslaught
             easily, though anakin had HARDLY started. saber twists INTO the
             air, twirling from hand to hand before he tries a SECOND time at
             attack, this attempt with much more VIGOR, more IRE. for YEARS,
             anakin had felt he would NEVER live up to his partner, and the
             INSISTENT VOICE in the back of his head had not ceased to make
             it WORST for him, making him DOUBT his abilities. the IRRITATION
             only increased, and anakin KNEW his partner had only held him back. 

             however, now, he would SHOW obi-wan just how POWERFUL he’d
             become, not only with the fiery weapon he possessed, but also with
             the FORCE. his delicate hand raises, an urgent CALLING of the darker
             side of the force enveloping his calloused fingers, AWAITING his bidding.
             with a twisted SMILE, anakin hurls a VIOLENT push to his OPPONENT. 

                    “ don’t SPEAK as if you care for my well-being, obi-wan.
                       the DARK SIDE has made me the STRONGEST force
                      -wielder there is. i can SAVE padme. interfering will only
                       cause YOUR destruction. “