TROS - 13 - Even Hours Later

No, there he was, striding unerringly toward her, ocean water pouring from his hair, his face. He had withstood the wave. The expression on his face said that he could withstand anything.

She attacked, and he countered. But she was tiring, slowing. She hadn’t slept in how long? And she was not yet recovered from healing the vexis. Her hand smarted with every blow.

Another attack, another block, and this one knocked her off her feet.

He loomed over her, raised his lightsaber.

Rey stared up at him. She was going to die on this wreck of a space station. But maybe it was better to die now than to give in to the darkness later.