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A kick in the teeth is good for some [Closed]

WHO: Kylo Ren and Rey
WHAT: Just a sparring match between two Force users
WHEN: Early Solace
WHERE: Gallows Courtyard
NOTES: Violence - these two don't hold back much

With their warm up routine finally done, Ben found himself breathless as he stretched and watched Rey as she did the same. It had become a routine for them, when time permitted, to spend time together like this. He liked the feeling of adrenaline that made his lungs expand and contract, his limbs burning lightly as he stretched them post-jog. They ended up in the Gallows' training yard where all the swords and shields and other tools were kept.

He enjoyed coming here to quietly go through his training or to meditate with Rey. It allowed them a minute to turn their thoughts off, to just feel one another's presence, and those around them, within the Force. He was never more at peace than when they meditated. Yet, he finds himself wanting to do something different. He straightens from stretching down to his feet to look at Rey, his brown eyes full of purpose.

"Spar with me. Your choice of weapon." Not that they didn't both carry their light sabers, of course. There were plenty of metal or wooden weapons here too. He gestures silently with an outstretched hand for her to come at him, once their weapons had been decided.

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"Mm. Obi-Wan has said that too. I don't really think about it when I get into the moment, though. I just react." His anger fueled a lot of those heavy swings. The angrier he got the harder he hit. Usually all it took to defeat an opponent would be a quick use of the Force and then overpowering them. Most normal men didn't pose a challenge.

He drops his weapon, bringing both hands to her legs to secure them around his waist. Already he felt slightly exhausted by their exchange, though he couldn't deny having her for an opponent had excited him. It wasn't with lightsabers, but it had still been a nice fight.

"Did I hurt you when I swung in to your side?" He'd heard the yelp, but hadn't sensed anything beyond discomfort. If she was in pain she wouldn't have tried to climb on him, he reasoned.

Rey drops her weapon too once he drops his, adjusting her hold as he secures her legs, and she rests her chin against his shoulder. It's probably not the most comfortable way to stand after such physical exertions, but he's not knocking her off his back so for the moment she isn't going anywhere. At his question she hums as she considers the level of pain in her side.

"It might bruise, but I've had worse injuries. How's your shin?"

He hums in agreement to her words. If she wasn't injured he wouldn't lose sleep over it. However, if she thought he was uncomfortable holding her on his back, she was wrong. Even if she had become more nourished in Thedas, she was still light.

"Same. It might bruise but otherwise still attached." He's joking, of course. As an afterthought, he adds, "If you had a saber fashioned into a staff, I'd say your skills would be even greater than mine."

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She smiles as she adjusts her arms so they're hooked more over his shoulders holding her close to his back than clinging. She's weirdly comfortable like this, even though anyone passing by would probably think they were both crazy.

"The thought crossed my mind. When I was using Obi-Wan's lightsaber and my own, I'd considered a few mechanisms to turn them into one, but the concept of a saber and a staff are different. The staff is mostly a defensive weapon. Even the way I use it." Granted she is much more offensive with her staff than many others. "Obi-Wan came back before I could try it out, anyway. Which is probably for the best, I was only starting to get the hang of dual wielding."

"It could be done. Using it defensively could still give you an offensive edge, depending how it's done." It's on the tip of his tongue to tell her about the Sith having one such weilder, but he doubts she'd enjoy hearing it. He adjusts her weight against his back, letting out a breath. She was pressed up against him and that wasn't exactly uncomfortable either.

"Should we keep going? Or did you want to finish for today?" Not that he wants her to leave where she is, perched on his back with her limbs wrapped around him.

"Oh, I know. Which is why I was considering it." If her lightsaber had ended up damaged she might have played with the idea, might still, in their own world. It's hard for her to know, what might happen there, versus what will happen here.

His question breaks her out of her thoughts before she can slip too deeply down that path of uncertainty and she smiles, shifting enough so she can lean her forehead against the side of his head.

"I could keep going. But given how much energy you put out trying to hit me, it might be better if we stopped."

"I didn't think you would appreciate it if I held back. I wouldn't have seriously hurt you." He speaks with such certainty he sounds almost too serious about it. As she shifts, his hands slide up her outer thighs, holding fast to her.

"If you want to keep going, we could." He may have threatened to kill her a few times since their meeting, but now that was such a far away thought in his head that it may as well not have been there at all.

Her heart rate feels like it's about dropped back to normal, and she adjusts as his hands move, her hold on him not loosening.

"I'd like to train with our lightsabers, but I know that isn't an option." Either they'd be holding back so much that it wouldn't be much of a fight, or someone would end up hurt. They might be good at meeting in the middle with a lot of things, but in the heat of it that's more of a struggle.

"Because mine doesn't have the adjustment settings like yours." It used to have it, but after turning he hadn't bothered to modify one in again after the crystal had cracked. It seemed too unstable for any attempts to try.

"We could try staves again, or something else." He sucks in a breath, chewing on his lip as he thinks over their options. "Or you could stay on top of me all day if you like."

He teases, squeezing her thigh lightly in his hand. He certainly had nothing to complain about. She was still holding onto him and he wasn't pulling her off. Anyone coming by must think they're weird, standing in the court yard with her on his back.

She ducks her head against his neck as she lets out a laugh, her mind momentarily going to dirtier places that she knows he likely intended with that phrasing. There's a pause before she clears her throat and raises her head up again, cheeks flushed.

"I kind of like it up here. You're so tall, I feel like I have a good vantage point, here."

"You say that now but you've never had to duck to avoid hitting your head on things." He's flushed too, the both of them on the same page over his awful wording.

"So. Round two?" He holds her steady, coaxing her off of his back at last. When he can stand to his full height without her weight on him his muscles relax again.

"I certainly have. I'm tall too, you're just a giant," she replies lightly, smile still tugging at her lips. There's some reluctance as she slides off his back, because she's sort of enjoying being held up in this way. But as soon as her feet hit the ground she rolls her shoulders back, stretching her arms as she shakes the stiffness from them after their brief rest.

"Sure, round two. Maybe you'll last longer this time." She smirks, holding her hand out so that the staff flies into her palm.

"I'm not that tall." He sounds almost put out, but it's said with a light smile. He calls his own staff to his hands without effort, turning the wood over in his hands and shifting his feet into a stance. He looks at her like a beast stalking prey and when she looks to be ready he moves in, swinging his stave between his hands as he aims his first blow.

"I think I'll be just fine." He aims a second blow to her staff, preparing the same tactic as before - to slow her down and try to make her drop the weapon.

He may look like a beast stalking his prey, but she doesn't look like prey, more like a jungle cat ready to pounce. When he comes at her she spins her staff, deflecting the force of his blow as she pivots around him. She swings her staff away from his blow, before bringing it back in and swinging it towards his hand.

"You're still making your moves too obvious."

He parries the move easily, ignoring the sting in his fingers as she nearly strikes them. He could feed off of the ache, feed off of the pain. He takes a breath, steadying himself as he lunges forward, sweeping his weapon behind her knees with one hand and grabbing her weapon with the other.

"Am I? I would think no matter what I do it's known to you." Their connection within the Force made each other's movements like a dance of blocks and parries, being able to see what was coming as it happened.

He had her in a box so she takes the blow to the backs of her knees, but before she can fall she reaches out and grabs his shirt. Using his larger mass to keep from hitting the dirt she doesn't let go of her staff, but for the moment he's got her pretty well trapped.

"Maybe not everything you do is known to me."

He nearly topples forward when she grabs onto him, breath catching in his throat and eyes widening in surprise. He straightens immediately, clearing his throat even as he can't hide the adrenaline rush at her counter.

"My point this time?" He breathes through his nose, wide brown eyes looking down into hers. He wanted to make her struggle to fight him and he wanted her to do the same to him in turn.

She'd had the thought to use all her weight to pull him forward and flip him onto his back, but the way her legs were angled right now would have made that move nearly impossible to successfully pull off. So gritting her teeth as she holds herself upright she nods.

"Your point." She's always been competitive, it's something that kept her alive on Jakku. She was constantly competing against the other scavengers, who could get to the newest piece of junk to surface, who could take home the most rations. Who was the least hungry at the end of the day.

Pulling her legs back under her she straightens, stepping away from him again and walking in a half circle as she rotates her staff in her hand, before turning back towards him again.

"Round three?"

"Round three." He agrees, flexing his grip over his staff. He mirrors her actions, rotating his weapon and walking in a half circle opposite her, as he sizes her up. He then moves in again, swinging his staff in both hands in a sweeping move above his head and then bringing it down.

He keeps his senses open, waiting for her to parry him with another move, waiting for to strike out at him. He funneled his energy into each strike of his weapon, gritting his teeth as they both moved.

Moving as he does she dodges his swing, darting around him again. She'll always have her speed on him, which she knows is her most important asset. She spins on her heel as she moves past him, aiming a blow at his side while he's focused on swinging where she was, but getting distance between them again rather than immediately trying to take him down.

She turns fully once she's past, nostrils flared as she breathes through her nose, focused entirely on him and what his next move will be.

The blow that connects with his side only spurs him on. He doesn't register if it hurts or not, only centers his focus back into his own movements. Let the pain feed his strength. Her dodging him was only going to frustrate him in the end. Let him feed on that too.

He steps and circles, trying to follow where she went. He twirls his stave and swings out at her again, forcing her to stay and meet his blow or try to dodge him again. She couldn't do it forever. His successive blow is aimed at her midsection with a little more force than he might have intended.

He was thrilled by the exchange, eyes lit up like topaz and his mouth parted in the beginning of a grin - or perhaps gritting his teeth from the effort. That was also possible. He was battling her in earnest, that buzzing feeling humming from within as he drew upon the Force to meet her blow for blow.

She turns his blow to the side off the end of her staff, swinging hers around to hit him again, wincing when his blow hits her ribs, but not stopping in her own, aimed at his shoulder.

Her teeth are bared as she moves away from him again, before darting back in and aiming another blow at his legs, looking again to catch him low and off balance. She can feel the Force humming around them, alive with their energy. She draws from his determination, fueling her own with it, her strikes bolder and faster than before.

If this had been a lightsaber fight, they would both probably be severely injured by now. It's lucky that they can cut loose easier with wooden staves, then. He sees her charging forward and ends up stumbling over his own feet as she knocks them out from under him. Instinctively he does the same move she did, grabbing onto the front of her shirt as he tries to keep his footing. His weapon nearly slips from his grasp as he scrabbles to stay upright.

"Kriff" He sweeps a foot under hers, aiming to knock her to the ground. If he was going to be the one to go down first, he was taking her with him.

Rey lets out a grunt as he grabs her shirt, trying to keep her balance even as he loses his, but switching tactics as soon as she realizes that won't happen. She lifts her staff, pushing her weight into his as he sweeps her legs, bringing her staff up and across his neck as they both fall to the ground.

Hands on either side of his head she pushes down as soon as they hit the dirt, scrabbling to pin him, her staff across his shoulders rather than hitting his windpipe.

He hits the dirt with a grunt and she lands on him, pinning him with her staff. The fall knocked the wind out of him, leaving him panting as he lays beneath her. It would be easy to push her off and switch their positioning but he couldn't help but enjoy the view for a minute.

Rey was sitting on him, her legs on either side of his hips, and staring down at him with wild eyes and equally wild hair that stuck up in little fly aways. She was the image of perfection and he drank her in like a man starved for nourishment. He wasn't holding her shirt anymore but he did bring his staff up between them, pressing it across her throat as he still gasped for air and his chest rose and fell.

"Nice try." He chuckled and lowered his staff, leaving it to the ground and moving on to push his messy hair out of his eyes. A split second later he pushes up with his feet and hands to turn them over, pinning her beneath him in the dirt. Whether or not he's successful in wrestling her weapon from her hands didn't seem to matter as he leaned in, almost as if to whisper in her ear, before pushing up to his knees and looking down at her.

"I believe we could call that one a draw."

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