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Your overconfidence is your weakness, these are the words you want to speak but your screaming heart, burning muscles, and the pain spewing from your ribcage rob the words from your gasping mouth. All your body and addled mind can get out is a simple grunt, “You’re on.”
Standing back up to your full height, you are allowed to think again. In this second, your mind is no longer gripped by disarray caused by an inferno of Lightsabers trying to cleave you. You open yourself to the Force, allowing it to flow into you and guide you. This battle can’t be won with strength, Alyla is far stronger than you when she calls on the Force, it can’t be won through speed, you are no match to the ferocity of her Ataru or Juyo, and it can’t be won by skill, as Alyla has stated she is simply better than you. But you feel the Force reach into you, whispering in your ears, sharing a secret message, and directing your steps. And it tells you, you will win.
Alyla stretches her body out in the sweltering sun, sweat beginning to bead on her forehead. Taking a step back towards the crashing sea, you tighten your grip on your blades, ready for the hornet’s nest she is about to unleash. In an instant, she warps from rolling her shoulders and throws herself into a lunge. A lighting bolt of plasma collides with the Lightsabers you bring up in a guard, flinging them to your sides. Taking another step back, you narrowly miss a strike that would bisect you as you restore your defence. The foam of the spray now laps at your heels.
With a twirl, she smashes against you. Your Shoto catches her main Lightsaber and deflects it a centimetre away from its target, your neck. Her smaller twin tries and fails to caress your knee with the laser blade. Staggered, you give way and retreat another step. This continues, with ferocity and overwhelming power, she shatters the shield you conjure up, and then you reform it in a weakening simulacrum, retreating another step.
Each crushing slice and darting lance of blue energy wears at you, your defence weakening and becoming sloppier. And you are winning, not because you are striking out with any desperate offensive, you’re not, you can’t, all that you can do is hold on. Not because she is weakening, she is getting stronger and faster like an engine roaring to life. You are winning because she is pushing you into the crashing waves, and mindlessly following you to get that final blow that would slip between your guard and gift her victory.
