[ Ren moves fast. He always has; something to do with the Force maybe. Or just his training over time. Whatever the case, Hux finds himself pulled closer and then held in place. Ren's fingers dig into his jaw, sure to leave bruises. His other hand is curled around Hux's wrist, pulling it towards and then onto the wound along his ribs. He flinches his palm away from residual heat emanating from the cut.
This tells him at least one thing: the scavenger girl has a lightsaber of her own. There are other weapons that leave this kind of mark, but that seems the most likely.
Curling his fingers into a fist, he digs his nails into his palm, hating how weak he feels. How trapped. Staring at Ren dead in the face, his frown disappears, face going impassive aside from the flint in his eyes. ]
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Date: 2016-08-21 05:48 am (UTC)This tells him at least one thing: the scavenger girl has a lightsaber of her own. There are other weapons that leave this kind of mark, but that seems the most likely.
Curling his fingers into a fist, he digs his nails into his palm, hating how weak he feels. How trapped. Staring at Ren dead in the face, his frown disappears, face going impassive aside from the flint in his eyes. ]
Let go.