An Extra’s POV

"Are you serious?"

The atmosphere was tense as silence echoed in the vast, dull expanse. The faulty lights on the ceiling flickered, radiating flashes of brilliance on the two who stood beneath it.

Trisha still tightly held her blade as she stared seriously at Rey.

The question he asked lingered in the air, and she bent a little lower, parting her lips to answer the question.

"What do you think?" As her response—another question—wafted through the air, Rey suddenly broke into a slight grin.

Trisha felt taken aback by this. She didn't know why he was displaying such emotions in front of her. Somehow, it infuriated her.

"You know I'm going to win, right?" He said. "There's no point in doing this."

"You said you wanted to talk. Well, this is what I want to do. So… do you only want to achieve what you want, or will you take your stance and fight?"

Her eyes harshly stared at him, and in response to this, he shook his head and sighed. His smile instantly vanished and he slowly began to move.

"I'm sorry. You're right… I apologize for the delay." Slowly, Rey began to take his own battle stance as well.

There was no hesitation in his movement, neither was there an ounce of weakness in his form. By the time he was done setting himself up, he gently placed his sword forward and didn't lose the stoic demeanor on his face.

"Whenever you're ready…"

Everything was set. Within the vast room that occupied them, the brewing moment had finally reached a crescendo.

It was time to explode.

~WHOOSH!~

Trisha attacked first with a sharp lunge aimed at Rey's torso. Her speed caused the very air around her to vibrate, and she moved as though she was a blur given form.

Still…

Rey deftly sidestepped the strike, his own blade rising to meet Trisha's in a clash of steel.

'Tch! He's fast.'

Gritting her teeth, she narrowed her gaze and strengthened every ounce of muscle in her body.

their footwork precise and their blades poised.

~SWISH!~

moved in with a series of quick, calculated thrusts, her sword a blur as she aimed for Rey's arms and legs. Rey countered

"Guh—!"

a feint to Rey's left before slashing

move, pivoting on his heel and dodging the

Trisha's momentum carried her forward, Rey took the opportunity

'No, you don't!'

twisted out of harm's way. She retaliated with a sweeping horizontal slash aimed at Rey's neck, but Rey ducked beneath the blade and lunged forward,

~WHOOOSH!~

just in time, her blade catching

~CLANG!~

locked swords momentarily, each struggling for dominance as they tested each other's

mumbled, but she wasn't

were worthless

why it seems I have some measure of a

a battle

not be as strong as you, Rey… but I've been practicing Martial Arts my whole life. All my experiences… all my knowledge… I'll pour them into this

with a forceful shove, and they both had to disengage, each assessing

with a series of aggressive attacks. She lunged, swung, and slashed, forcing

'Why…?'

fast as her body would allow,

Why can't I

knew the

movements light and agile as he danced around Trisha's assaults like

motion, as if he was one with the sword—no, one with everything that was happening

It was… beautiful.

He unleashed a flurry of precise strikes,

tried to hold down the

pushed to the limit as she blocked and parried each attack, her breath coming in quick gasps as she struggled to keep

~WHISH!~

as Rey's blade swept over her. He transitioned seamlessly into a low sweeping strike, forcing her

"Haa… haa…!"

ease, his sword moving in a blur as

'He's… getting faster!'

a complex combination of

She tried to maintain her stance,