The blades illuminated his scarred face in ways that made him look like a Sith demon.
Appropriate given his past.
He motioned his free hand and she stumbled back with the strength of his Force shove.
Sweat coated her body and her muscles burned.
How long had they been at this?
She’d lost track of time, but it was possible it had been an hour already and he showed no sign of weakness. No weariness or pain.
YOU WILL KILL DARTH VADER.
She screamed in rage—both at the voice in her head and at the man before her.