Star Wars Imagines

Imagine || Kylo Ren

Imagine training with Kylo Ren.          

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You fell onto your knees, your palms hitting the cool floor. The sweat dripped down your face, your eardrums pounding. 

"Again!" the robotic voice of Kylo Ren roared. He walked in front of you and ignited his light saber. 

You grabbed yours from your belt and stood up quickly. You hit your lightsaber forward and watched in satisfaction as it hit against his. You were quick that time; he was hardly able to deflect that. As you stared into the emotionless mask in front of you, you smirked. You swung your leg out to deliver a blow to his side. 

Kylo swiftly grabbed your ankle and pushed you away. His hand grabbed your lightsaber out of your hand before you dropped. You fell onto the ground and landed directly on your face. "Save your smirking for after the fight. You'll never win if you're focused on the last move you made." 

"Yes," you sighed at your trainer. 

He turned your lightsaber off and dropped it in front of you. "I have work to do. I'll see you tomorrow." With that, the swiftly walked out of the room, offering no help to you.