Chirrut hears the cadence of Baze's movements shift, and he grins wolfishly. Leaping to his feet, he moves to mirror Baze's pose, known from long years of sparring.
Ruefully he acknowledges with a tilt of his head that maybe he shouldn't have been so dramatic in rising. He can hear the rush of whispers that move set off, and suspects the infirmary will be home to a wave of chipped teeth, scraped chins, and bloodied noses. The children probably won't try any of the proper fighting styles any time soon... but they'll figure that one just within their reach.
He lets the moment go, focusing instead on the creak of the mat as Baze shifts his weight, the rhythm of his breathing, the echos of the room giving him an idea of available space. There's a moment of stillness, and then he charges - silent and sure and deadly as an adder. He attacks in a flurry of punches, spending the last of the speed of his rush in a sweeping high kick aimed at the side of Baze's head.
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Ruefully he acknowledges with a tilt of his head that maybe he shouldn't have been so dramatic in rising. He can hear the rush of whispers that move set off, and suspects the infirmary will be home to a wave of chipped teeth, scraped chins, and bloodied noses. The children probably won't try any of the proper fighting styles any time soon... but they'll figure that one just within their reach.
He lets the moment go, focusing instead on the creak of the mat as Baze shifts his weight, the rhythm of his breathing, the echos of the room giving him an idea of available space. There's a moment of stillness, and then he charges - silent and sure and deadly as an adder. He attacks in a flurry of punches, spending the last of the speed of his rush in a sweeping high kick aimed at the side of Baze's head.