Orin had walked closer to Axel, and Gella knew he was on the cusp of disarming him with a simple movement of his own lightsaber. It was something they'd learned as younglings, a basic defensive maneu-ver. Push down with your lightsaber on your opponent's, use the momentum of a twisting motion to weaken their wrist so the blade flies out of their grasp.
Gella could practically see it in their future when a different sensation suddenly intruded. A terrible sensation.
"Orin!" Gella yelled in alarm.
He felt the danger, too, and held up his lightsaber in defense, but that was not where the danger was. He had stepped too close to Bin-not's unmoving body. Binnot shot out his gloved hand, and Orin sprang out of reach in the fraction of a second after Binnot reached for him.

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