[So long as the Force courses through one, it courses through the other - Ben narrows his eyes, pushing his will as hard as he can against the next impending strike....
And then he feels the pressure closing around his throat, and his lips part in a desperate grimace. He has to keep focus. He can't stop, or this is over. Or HE is over.
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[So long as the Force courses through one, it courses through the other - Ben narrows his eyes, pushing his will as hard as he can against the next impending strike....
And then he feels the pressure closing around his throat, and his lips part in a desperate grimace. He has to keep focus. He can't stop, or this is over. Or HE is over.
But the saber drops another inch in a short jerk.
And there is sadness in his eyes.]