He carried a lightsaber of another make, and the weapon was cutting at the Jedi Master even before the attackers feet had touched the ground. Qui-Gon surprised by the others quickness and ferocity, barely blocked the blow with his own weapon, the blades sliding apart with a harsh rasp. The attacker spun away in a whirl of dark clothing, then attacked anew, lightsaber slashing at his intended prey, face alight with a killing frenzy that promised no quarter.
What if the Starks didn’t make stupid decisions? x
“Okay, I won’t trust you then”
this is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen