The pain came suddenly, and he could no longer keep connection with the force. He fell backwards, holding his hands to his covered ears, he howled in pain. Something wizzed by as he fell backwards. Bullets, the czar had knocked him out of his connection, but saved him by making fall away from the bullets. He would need to regain his composure to get that connection back. Gas burned his lungs. He exhaled, then quickly flipped over, dashing away from the screech.
He knew the man would be after him, so he zig zagged, and twisted around with his flexible body, hoping the soldiers aim would he thrown off. What the man did not realize is, he didn't need to be sitting to see his threads, and where they lead to. Now he was really angry, and the pain he felt reopened the connection, still running the screech began to come to background noise in the distance. Again he made his fire ablaze, and ran into his connection, the darkness coiled around him. The force showed the threads behind him of the man. He desperately searched them, 'ahhh' he thought. He found what he needed.
Turning around he spoke. "You would stop where you are, and acknowledge defeat. I would advise it." He stood straight with confidence. Breathing again, he pulled his saber out ignited, its crimson red blade humming death. He was not at all about to bluff this man. "Submit, or else." He grinned. "Or else I'll take your precious child, and I'll devour its life threads." He crouched in his fighting stance.
Back in the connection, he remembered the woman with blonde hair, and his passion anchored him into the force. He remembered every detail of her, and his connection no longer needed steady concentration, only his determination to kill the Czar before him.
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