Jyn Erso One-Shots

Emotions

Jyn held a wood staff in her hands, eyeing her opponent. He stepped forward, aiming for her head. She fluidly blocked the attack by raising her staff above her head and then rotated it clockwise lowering it, bringing her left hand under her right armpit. The staff struck her opponent on the right side of his head.

He countered her attack by moving the striking part of his staff at Jyn's ankles, sweeping her legs out from underneath her. She gritted her teeth as she fell to the ground.

"You're not going to win," her opponent jeered.

Jyn grunted as she quickly got to her feet, her eyes never leaving her target. She lunged, raising her staff, her opponent easily blocking her strike.

Back and forth the two figures sparred, both striking and blocking. Jyn's arms were getting tired. Perspiration ran down her back and forehead. A frustrated growl escaped from her throat.

"Jyn, concentrate! Don't let emotions get to you!"

She could hear the wind, feel the rain beating down on her face. Her mother's body fell to the ground, her father's voice cried out, the Death troopers were searching for her...

Jyn ignored her tears.

Her opponent swung around, once again striking from overhead. Jyn was ready this time. Blocking the attack, she twirled her staff, lowered it, and performed the reverse strike.

Rotating her body, Jyn struck her opponent's ankles with her staff causing him to fall. She raised her right hand and lowered her left so that her staff was at a 45-degree angle. Jyn extended her right arm and brought her left across her chest, forcefully thrusting the low end of the staff toward her opponent.

"You're not going to win," Jyn panted.

Rostek Chiryon nodded.

"You've been well trained, Jyn."