ʟɪʟ' ᴏʟᴇ ᴍᴇ
Their numerous sparring sessions had more intent than their current display. Each strike left them open to counterstrikes, that both were more than skilled at using to their advantage, or even to end the duel completely. But neither did.
Instead, the swatted away half-attempts at a show of aggression.
For Ala though, she understood the stakes. There may have only been four conscious sentients in the courtyard, but there were cameras everywhere. Their were droids recording each strike. Each partial attempt at ending the downward spiral of the Vanguard. Anything that happened after this moment, there would be some that would blame Ala for not being capable of administering what was necessary in the moment. And she would likely agree.
Concussive blasts of fire rained down about them from the ship that came to pick the fugitives up. The barrier surrounding them would absorb or redirect it all. What it did do, was hide them away in a cloud of debris. Shutting the two Jedi blademasters off from view.
Trust. He spoke of it like it was something that could be given after what he had already done. After the words he had said about the Council she led. The arrogance was preposterous.
Despite not being seen, she understood what needed to be done. And the burden of the chair rested all the heavier on her shoulders.
In a flourish of blades, Ala swatted Lorn's lax efforts to the side, swiped her free blade across his thigh...and pivoted as he fell to his knees. The spin brought the tip of her amber blade to his throat.
"I will always love you, Lorn," she said, voice cracking under the weight of the moment.
