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Kylo launched himself into battle, tearing through everything in his path. His saber was a thin blade of red striking faster than he could process. He just had to reach you.
Your shared Force bond had gone quiet a few moments ago, slamming wildly into Kylo. The silence had shaken him to terror and now, anger.
He cut down another stream of Rebel Fighters and Stormtroopers alike as he neared your last known location. You would be okay, he knew, because you could take care of yourself. He was just scared of what could have happened.
Kylo saw you, head back against a tree, red flecking the snow, and a lightsaber burn across your right cheekbone. The skin appeared melted, marring the otherwise pristine skin of your face. Your eyes were closed, but your chest was rising and falling in sync with your uneven breaths. Whoever had did this, Kylo was going to make them pay. He called out your name, to which you responded with a meek plea.
"Kylo," you whimpered as you managed to open your left eye to see him. It was flamed red, obviously from crying. The other seemed to be stuck shut.
"Who," he seethed. His hand quivered, his red lightsaber flaring.
You shook your head. "Don't know. Tall man, gray robes. Didn't recognize him. I only managed to get away when one of your Knights came along."
"Are you okay?" he asked, voice breaking. As he assessed you on his own, there was nothing life threatening. He kneeled down next to you to get a closer look.
You struggled to open your mouth. "I think I'm okay," you whispered. As he moved to pick you up however, you grabbed his arm. "How bad?"
Kylo swallowed, trying to hide the horrified look on his face. He reassessed the wound on your face and met your eye. "Not bad."
You furrowed your brows. "I know when you are lying to me, Kylo Ren."
"Then you will know that I am not lying to you when I say that it is fixable and I will do all I can to make it as if it had never happened," he promised.
You closed your eye again and nodded. "Then take me home."
"Not so fast, Kylo Ren," a raspy voice shouted from behind.
Kylo turned around and knew that this man was your attacker. He was wearing gray robes as you had described, and in his hand he held a lightsaber of the most harrowing gray, the common color of rogue Force-sensitives. Kylo didn't even have to look back at you to see the burn on your face or your swollen eye before he relit his own saber.
"You will all die," the rogue coughed, blood spewing from his mouth. He was holding a red hand over his stomach. "It is as the Force wills it."
Kylo growled, "You will not touch her."
Kylo launched himself forward in an array of chaotic and erratic sweeping attacks, landing no blows. He parried, dove, and offensively pushed until his arms ached. The rogue was technically skilled, but lacked strength. Kylo roared his fury and lashed out one final blow with all of his brute strength. It struck the rogue in the top of the head, splitting him completely in half.
Kylo spun to face you, breathing heavily. You were watching him adamantly with a look of gratefulness in your eyes. He knew you were thankful, even if you couldn't say it.
He made his way to you and tucked both hands under your arms to heave you to your feet. Once up, you gingerly touched your scorched skin with your fingertips. You winced, quickly withdrawing.
"I made a promise," he reminded you. "It'll heal."
