"I know." Replied in a whisper, affirming her trust. His trust. She had his back, and he would have hers. They were safe for now, and he could relax. Unlike the Force however, it was less reaching 'outward' for him.
Instead Trunks let himself go over the last day or so, the battle. Watching as she dropped into a braced stance with that first hit as they were on the mountain. A deep breath, and he focused again. Sectioning it off--he would focus on the memories coldly and clinically first. Strategy, focusing on the IGs that had represented such a threat to her. The sharpening of his focus as he'd seen one strike at her as he reoriented from the stray ion bomb.
Watching as she struck back, fluid and graceful and like some blade-dancer-demon of myth. All flame and purpose with her skin and coloring of her montrals and lekku. Deadly and controlled and beautiful.
Saving that, analyzing, moving on and playing the rest over. Studying the droids in his mind, the different types, and the way they'd finally won. THAT was the victory condition he'd realized. Destroy the tanks, and no more reinforcements had come. Which meant it was likely that their coming challenge might hold similar.
Even if the enemy meant to overpower them, there would be a way to win without fighting to exhaustion. To find the 'tanks' and take them out. If he couldn't, he knew Ahsoka could--and he smiled.
It was comforting, her presence--thoughts drifting over the pool and their teasing. Her grace, the sleek way she moved in the water, how it beaded along her skin and she seemed weightless as she floated. Slender curves--she was all slender curves and arcs! But most of those thoughts he'd already accepted, battled, dealt with earlier.
Opening his eyes slightly, reaching out and studying her ki. Power and presence so different from his as he felt her. Warm and alive and bright--stronger than someone who wasn't trained at all because she was a warrior. Focused on being a peacekeeper yes, but still a warrior.
Still calm himself, blue-eyes half-opened and he bit his lip. She looked... Her skin was darker, but that only highlighted the contrasts between the patterns she bore. Her eyes didn't look like one relaxed though.
Another breath in, and out, and he spoke in a whisper. "You alright over there?" How long had they been at this already?
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Instead Trunks let himself go over the last day or so, the battle. Watching as she dropped into a braced stance with that first hit as they were on the mountain. A deep breath, and he focused again. Sectioning it off--he would focus on the memories coldly and clinically first. Strategy, focusing on the IGs that had represented such a threat to her. The sharpening of his focus as he'd seen one strike at her as he reoriented from the stray ion bomb.
Watching as she struck back, fluid and graceful and like some blade-dancer-demon of myth. All flame and purpose with her skin and coloring of her montrals and lekku. Deadly and controlled and beautiful.
Saving that, analyzing, moving on and playing the rest over. Studying the droids in his mind, the different types, and the way they'd finally won. THAT was the victory condition he'd realized. Destroy the tanks, and no more reinforcements had come. Which meant it was likely that their coming challenge might hold similar.
Even if the enemy meant to overpower them, there would be a way to win without fighting to exhaustion. To find the 'tanks' and take them out. If he couldn't, he knew Ahsoka could--and he smiled.
It was comforting, her presence--thoughts drifting over the pool and their teasing. Her grace, the sleek way she moved in the water, how it beaded along her skin and she seemed weightless as she floated. Slender curves--she was all slender curves and arcs! But most of those thoughts he'd already accepted, battled, dealt with earlier.
Opening his eyes slightly, reaching out and studying her ki. Power and presence so different from his as he felt her. Warm and alive and bright--stronger than someone who wasn't trained at all because she was a warrior. Focused on being a peacekeeper yes, but still a warrior.
Still calm himself, blue-eyes half-opened and he bit his lip. She looked... Her skin was darker, but that only highlighted the contrasts between the patterns she bore. Her eyes didn't look like one relaxed though.
Another breath in, and out, and he spoke in a whisper. "You alright over there?" How long had they been at this already?