Voicemail ~ Mask or Menace

[faithfulson]

Skywalker here. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you.

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[faithfulson]

With the way you swing that around, it shouldn't be too hard.

[ He couldn't help himself; Vader's spy had drilled in his head that flourishing one's lightsaber in such a way opened them to attack. Now that he knew him better, he could see his father actually scolding him, having gone through the weaknesses in his own fighting style. ]

[ A confident smirk touched his lips as his own lightsaber came to life in his hand, the white casting a soft glow onto Luke's face as he raised the blade in challenge. ]

[photophobic]

[ Luke had always preferred to defend rather than attack- but Kylo wasn't going to give him the satisfaction today.
No. He wanted to see him loosed, a little. ]

And yet, I'm still holding it.

[faithfulson]

[ Kylo was in luck; the Luke he knew had been shied away from fighting, afraid that by being a fighter he wasn't properly following the Jedi Code. This Luke, though? This was a Luke that still knew he needed to face against Darth Vader, that fighting was the only way they would see even a brief moment of peace in an unending war. ]

[ Luke held his saber in both hands, edging toward Kylo as if to test if he would strike first, before doing so himself, swinging down in an easily parried move. He was testing him, getting a feel for his nephew when the seething rage he had witnessed before wasn't powering his actions. ]