[Responding to the the start of the fight (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/464766.html?thread=37712254#t37712254)]
Suddenly Qui-Gon could breathe again, no longer feeling pinned down. The smell of his own burned flesh still filled the stands and he could still feel the point of the phantom lightsaber hovering ominously, ready to drive home again, but for now it seemed to have been stopped. Glancing down, Qui-Gon could see a new hole in his tunic, the edges blackened from the entry point of the blade, and beneath? It was pretty ugly, a perfect circle of his skin cauterized from the invisible lightsaber and still sending off wisps of smoke. It wasn't fatally deep, but it was certainly painful. Trying to sit up alone was a challenge.
But there were larger concerns here.
Qui-Gon knew why he was still alive. Glancing over to check on Goku, he saw Goku was still alive as well, and favoring a freshly injured arm. Callisto had her back to them, peering over the railing and watching something as if it was the best in entertainment.
The fight had begun.
The Jedi was propped up into more or less a sitting position that would give him a decent view of the arena floor. Working to still his beating heart, he focused his attention on the two combatants: he saw from the way they were positioned that Sanzo had initiated it, Obi-Wan on his feet in a ready stance and prepared to defend himself. His lightsaber wasn't out yet. A Jedi was versed from a young age in a lightsaber's use and yet he would only draw it as a last resort. Feeling the evil in this room, the sheer darkness and void radiating from Martin Landel, Qui-Gon knew Obi-Wan might have to draw it tonight.
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Suddenly Qui-Gon could breathe again, no longer feeling pinned down. The smell of his own burned flesh still filled the stands and he could still feel the point of the phantom lightsaber hovering ominously, ready to drive home again, but for now it seemed to have been stopped. Glancing down, Qui-Gon could see a new hole in his tunic, the edges blackened from the entry point of the blade, and beneath? It was pretty ugly, a perfect circle of his skin cauterized from the invisible lightsaber and still sending off wisps of smoke. It wasn't fatally deep, but it was certainly painful. Trying to sit up alone was a challenge.
But there were larger concerns here.
Qui-Gon knew why he was still alive. Glancing over to check on Goku, he saw Goku was still alive as well, and favoring a freshly injured arm. Callisto had her back to them, peering over the railing and watching something as if it was the best in entertainment.
The fight had begun.
The Jedi was propped up into more or less a sitting position that would give him a decent view of the arena floor. Working to still his beating heart, he focused his attention on the two combatants: he saw from the way they were positioned that Sanzo had initiated it, Obi-Wan on his feet in a ready stance and prepared to defend himself. His lightsaber wasn't out yet. A Jedi was versed from a young age in a lightsaber's use and yet he would only draw it as a last resort. Feeling the evil in this room, the sheer darkness and void radiating from Martin Landel, Qui-Gon knew Obi-Wan might have to draw it tonight.