[Beyond instinctive, how rapidly the reaction comes - entirely fluid when Ren reels back in his seat away from the controls, matching the pace set by Skywalker at his side.
Only where his companion goes for the most immediate threat, he goes for the root: the golden child at her back-- the one whose eyes never wavered in their focus, and likely the one that gave the order to begin with. Gloved fingers raised and curled, it's a small gesture that echoes out across the distance, constricting viciously around the empress' throat. Not so cruel as to be lethal (their mission was her survival, he'd be a fool to discard it so quickly) but painful, to be sure.
A warning beyond the scent of scorched flesh.
The echo of that elation that had coursed through him in combat circles in again; he feels his own pulse thrumming high-- and proud-- beneath the span of his own ribs. He fights at the side of Darth Vader. He guards the legacy he worships with a fluidity none in their brood (nor the universe itself) can match.
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Only where his companion goes for the most immediate threat, he goes for the root: the golden child at her back-- the one whose eyes never wavered in their focus, and likely the one that gave the order to begin with. Gloved fingers raised and curled, it's a small gesture that echoes out across the distance, constricting viciously around the empress' throat. Not so cruel as to be lethal (their mission was her survival, he'd be a fool to discard it so quickly) but painful, to be sure.
A warning beyond the scent of scorched flesh.
The echo of that elation that had coursed through him in combat circles in again; he feels his own pulse thrumming high-- and proud-- beneath the span of his own ribs. He fights at the side of Darth Vader. He guards the legacy he worships with a fluidity none in their brood (nor the universe itself) can match.
It's a good day, all things considered.]