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Dropping into a crouched predatory pose mimicking a great jungle hunter; your legs are bent, ready to leap out and pounce upon helpless prey, while your arms are held close to your body, prepared to lash out with ferocious, unpredictable attacks. It is one of the common Juyo stances, the form you’ve been religiously learning and refining over these past years, which is shared with the similarly swift Ataru. But where Juyo differs is that it isn’t just about overwhelming speed trying to nick at openings crafted by a thousand lesser blows to chip at one’s guard; Juyo slams into their defences, ripping them asunder with both the vicious strength of Djem So and the blinding speed of Ataru. All this offensive power comes at a great cost, by immersing yourself in this total offensive, you discard all thoughts about self-preservation. But as they say, the best defence is a good offence.
A massive silhouette stands in stark contrast to the open sky that surrounds you. Luke, a mountain of a man, is garbed in dark Jedi robes of black and brown. Both his hands grasp his Lightsaber above his head in a typical Djem So high guard, which colours his head the same electric green of the blade. All play and joviality have vanished from his posture; all you can see in his eyes is the steely concentration born of his desire for this to be the duel in which he finally bests you. Unmoving, he watches you for the slightest movement, waiting for you to launch the assault.
How could you not oblige him? The calm shatters in a violent instant as you draw upon the tranquil currents of the Force, obliterating the peace and using all the power you can grasp to fuel an unrestrained, rabid leap. You are a javelin thrown by a dead culture’s old god, hurtling across the ground, barreling towards your friend. Luke attempts to strike at the speeding missile charging towards him; while raising no defences in an attempt to score a mutual “kill”. But you already saw the strike in the Force before he decided to throw it. The Force guides your hands and whispers in your ears of future secrets. Without thought, you strike with your Shoto, sweeping his blade away from your torso, leaving his own wide open. Your full blade roars through the air as it dives at Luke’s heart, hoping to spear him.
At the last instant, Luke sees his loss in your eyes and in the Force and tries to twist his chest away from your rapidly approaching blade. And he does make it in time, just, but you still collide body against body. Your shoulder slams into the larger man’s chest, throwing him in the same direction you are still travelling. Luke like you, flies through the air, but with his Lightsaber thrown free of his hands from the colossal impact. He lands on the floor and bounces across the exposed roof terrace like a stone skipping across the sea. You, on the other hand, land with a controlled roll, which absorbs all your wild momentum.