[ Luke finished his last set, his green blade cutting through the mist, hissing softly from the moisture in the air, before finally settling into a rest stance. He was breathing hard from the exertion, yet even still, he felt like he could do more, like he could go all day if he wanted to, and part of him did. This kind of restlessness was new to him; even at his worst, he had never felt this lost. ]
There are other Force users here, with their lightsabers. You might have heard it from them.
[ He wasn't usually this good with mental communication -- he only managed vague nudges and feelings in the past, and only to Leia -- but like so many other things here, it seemed his change in blood had made that easier. It was a good thing right not, because he was breathing hard, needing to wipe his face off with a towel. ]
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There are other Force users here, with their lightsabers. You might have heard it from them.
[ He wasn't usually this good with mental communication -- he only managed vague nudges and feelings in the past, and only to Leia -- but like so many other things here, it seemed his change in blood had made that easier. It was a good thing right not, because he was breathing hard, needing to wipe his face off with a towel. ]