His shoulders are on fire. They throb in agony, the distraction making him sloppy - he whirls away from Baze to switch his focus, and his block is set incorrectly. Baze's staff finds his ribs, and he feels something give, setting a new fire up his side.
He ignores it.
Eiko's world narrows to a furious dance of strike and counterstrike, her blocks keeping Chirrut from sending her flying but only just. She is desperate to keep him off of her, not wanting to find out what other tricks he may have up his sleeves.
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Date: 2017-04-24 02:17 pm (UTC)He ignores it.
Eiko's world narrows to a furious dance of strike and counterstrike, her blocks keeping Chirrut from sending her flying but only just. She is desperate to keep him off of her, not wanting to find out what other tricks he may have up his sleeves.