âIs this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!â
Despite the roaring lazers flying over thier heads, he couldn't hold back an amused scoff as the General revealed how unacquainted he was with severe physical pain. Kylo, holding a hand over his own wounds, couldn't help but inwardly revel in the pleasure of discovering a new side of the other man. A smirk tugged at his lip."It's called being on the front lines."The Jedi ducked while dragging his collegue behind a broken down wall. The enemy's guns blazing still in their direction. With a huff, he teased, his eye glazing back and forth between the man and the group of blasters wielding men. "Regret joining me on this mission, General?" His finger tips tickling his lightsaber hilt, starting to get impatient with having to keep his undercover identity intact. Kylo just wanted to cut through the entire team. How he hated to pretend to be weak, to not show them his true power.















