Rey grinned as she held her own lightsaber in her hands–the one she had made. With a flick of her wrist, it came alive, blue shining brightly. Rey took in a deep breath of air. “You sure you want to fight me, Finn?” She asked, teasingly, walking around him, observing him. She was Sure he’d be a fine match. This would mark her first time “fighting” against anyone since… Well, she hated to think about it. She and Luke had barely scratched the surface of fighting but mainly just how to control herself; One won’t be good at wielding a lightsaber until their emotions are under control. “Master says I’m getting to be quite good at this.”
Brown eyes follows and study her movements as she circles him. Hands grip the helm of the saber tighter as he continues to watch her. “Affirmative.” His lips turn up into a grin at the fact that he’d be sparing with her. Her skills as a Jedi were growing and if he could help encourage her to be a better fighter then he would. Besides, he got to spend time with the once scavenger. “Don’t hold back. I can take whatever you dish out.” His grin is gone as his features turn more serious. He’s ready to go against a lightsaber once more fully aware that Rey wouldn’t make an attempt to slice him up into a couple dozen pieces like Kylo Ren had.
