When Armand looked up, he could seem to see Leonel's gaze. Despite the armor, despite the panda construct, despite the rippling obstructions of Force, he could still feel it.
It was a gaze of dominance, a gaze that demanded submission, a gaze that wanted to crush the pride in his heart and force it into obedience.
An absolute defense circulated around Leonel. An absolute offense graced the tip of his spear. And with a step, a flawless synergy seemed to be formed.
The blade of his black spear grew and dwarfed Armand's blades in the blink of an eye.
"Kneel."
It was just a single word, just a single syllable, just a single breath. However, the world seemed to change colors.
