I'm not afraid. [He snaps, teeth clicking as they scuff against one another from strain. A lie, but a believable one-- if he pins down the whispers in his ears, or the clawing, reaching grasp that's held fast to him for as long as he can remember. Most Force-sensitive creatures don't learn about the Dark Side and its pull until later on in life; for him, it's always been there. Snoke's always been there.
And they have no idea what that's like.
His heels are light when he steps forward, edging in and leaving that weighted tension between them: Kenobi is old, but he's not weak, and striking out at a fully trained master is a far cry from picking off trainees. Still, the blade in his hands is off. That gives Ren the barest advantage, and he'd be senseless not to seize it in the moment. Lunges forward, striking out for the set of his former teacher's arm - hoping to wound him before he has the chance to defend himself.]
no subject
And they have no idea what that's like.
His heels are light when he steps forward, edging in and leaving that weighted tension between them: Kenobi is old, but he's not weak, and striking out at a fully trained master is a far cry from picking off trainees. Still, the blade in his hands is off. That gives Ren the barest advantage, and he'd be senseless not to seize it in the moment. Lunges forward, striking out for the set of his former teacher's arm - hoping to wound him before he has the chance to defend himself.]
But you should be.