Sep 13, 2015
Weakdel
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Weakdel
//Poor Wyndel. We’re just beating up on him and the mun has no idea apprentice-legion
Okay then just beat him up and kiss the bruises or something.
“I am concerned for your own partner.”
Just beat the shit out of him and then kiss all the wounds as he lays there bleeding out.
“That’s a bit dark for my tastes.”
How dare you show your back to me! We need to talk
“How dare I?” Wyndel lofted an eyebrow as he folded his arms behind his cloak. The raging fire of his mind seemed to force him to sneer at the other, but he didn’t turn towards him.
“Speak your piece before I decide to slam you into a wall.”
gxneralhux
Two stormtroopers dragged Wyndel into a small cell hours ago, he didn’t know where he was, and he barely remembered what had happened. All that he did know was that the First Order surrounded him and before he knew it he was in a cell. His blaster as lightsaber were taken away and it seemed that once again Wyndel was in trouble... though, this time he didn’t exactly think he would wedge his way out of it.
“Now, who do I owe the pleasure of speaking with?”
apprentice-legion Niner grunted as his bo staff collided with Wyndel's. The two had been fighting again and were told to take it somewhere else. Niner suggested the training room. He wiped sweat from his brow as he jumped back from his opponent. His eyes danced as he studied Wyndel's movements. The padawan was unpredictable but angry in his technique. Niner was using that to his advantage.