Kylo Ren attacked.
Rey jumped back, marginally avoiding the laser beam fired at her. She took a swing at Ben, but missed as well.
And so they continued into the night, each advance becoming increasingly violent and savage. All the control they had fought to keep was slipping away like sand. They were dancing a dance of death, filling an ocean with their blood.
Rey roared as a laser hit her, and she nearly tumbled off the edge from the impact.
She swore audibly before turning back to Kylo Ren. He blocked her first attack, but not the second one, and with grim satisfaction, Rey watched as she sliced open his shoulder with her crimson lightsaber.
Blood splattered her face as Kylo Ren fell backwards. The liquid felt warm and sticky and it colored her vision crimson.
It drove Rey absolutely wild.
She had to have more of this.
More of him.
The fight that ensued was fiery and passionate, almost like sex, only without the pleasure. Only pain. And so much blood.
He cut her, she cut him. An equal trade.
They fought for a long time, breaking everything in their path. Humanity and prejudice burned. Only the dark sky remained, forever untouched.
Several times, Kylo Ren almost caught hold of Rey, and every time, she slipped from his grasp like wind.
But for how long? Rey was bleeding out at a rapid pace- and so was Kylo Ren. The question was, who would remain standing longest.
Rey felt her vision darken, but forced her eyes into focus and continued deflecting blows. There was no way she'd let Kylo win.
This time, she would be victorious, and he would be the one to lie dead at her feet.
This time, Rey would be the one to remain standing after the dance ended.