https://archiveofourown.org/works/66461026
As Dez slipped inside, the green blade swirled in a circle–an effective way to block larger volumes of blaster bolts, if you could get the timing right. Evidently, the timing was not right, because there was a yelp of pain as one of the training bolts got through, then a hiss of frustration. “You’ve gotten better at that,” Dez observed. Reath startled, then brightened, his posture transforming as he grinned with genuine delight. “Knight Rydan!” “It’s Dez,” he chided gently, not for the first time, though he couldn’t help returning the grin. “You of all people don’t need to be formal with me.” “Right. Dez.” Reath nodded firmly, like he was committing the correction to memory.
Or: Two sparring sessions, most of a decade apart.
welcome to day 2 of my @thehighrepublicweek fics, this time featuring dez and reath!













