#cmon master qimir time to teach

[ver0sha]

@nightmarefuele asked: “You bit me.”

"Your hand was going for my throat," Osha retaliated, huffing and puffing as she glared at him from her place on the ground. Her body ached. She hadn't properly trained or sparred in years. Osha was more than a little rusty. Powerful but sloppy.

The lightsaber still felt unfamiliar in her grasp despite its aesthetic-familiar. [Sol's lightsaber... no, her lightsaber. Hers.] Her fingers flexed around the metal, sweatslick skin against bodywarmed metal. She let go of it as she pushed up to sit on her knees. "I didn't bite deep." she claimed despite her wide eyes searching to see if she was wrong.