Chirrut staggers to his feet, panting harshly, the most inelegant he's been all day. His face is a horror of blood, with tears streaming uncontrollably down his cheeks. The blood has stained his robes and streaked his hands.
And still he grins.
His staff is a blur of motion as he rushes them, crashing into Eiko's braced staff first to knock her down and back before rounding on Baze again.
Eiko regains her feet in a mad scramble, unwilling to stay down when her teacher is so maddened. She still cannot believe what she just saw, cannot reconcile it with the man she knows.
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Date: 2017-04-24 09:30 am (UTC)And still he grins.
His staff is a blur of motion as he rushes them, crashing into Eiko's braced staff first to knock her down and back before rounding on Baze again.
Eiko regains her feet in a mad scramble, unwilling to stay down when her teacher is so maddened. She still cannot believe what she just saw, cannot reconcile it with the man she knows.