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Re: The Miner's Mug
Glade's battle instincts kicked in from the pain, as adrenaline pumped into his system. His eyes closed and his face displayed struggle as his muscles tightened. Glade used the momentum of the kick to spin, twisting his left arm, angling the side of his wrist towards the weakest point of Furians grip, where the thumb and fingers met. As he broke free, Glade rolled away from the Sith and slammed into some chairs at the nearby table. He stood up in a hurry tossing one of the chairs out of his way.*
*Glade stared at Furian, he knew that Furian was faster and better trained. He was a Sith Lord, but Glade also knew that this fight was for more than simple pride. It was for a code that would continue his training and his only chance to meet the person who could give him real power. The Firrerreo kept his eyes glued on the face of Furian, hoping to anticipate any movement that the Sith would try. Glade's gaze picked up on the slight smilie on Furian's face as he spoke.*
I guess you know why I am here then....
*Glade ran forward towards Furian, grabbing a nearby chair with his right hand, and placing his left hand on a table he threw the chair at Furian's lower half and then jumped pushing off with his left foot and using his hand to give him a greater height as he brought his right foot around aiming it for a horizontal kick to Furian's left temple.*