The expression on Orion's face was not the composed one, not the man who had been running twelve-move calculations since months before any of this started.
What was there now was something more direct, more stripped down, nothing he had shown in the entire session.
As though the hit to his face had burned away the layer of political cordiality he had been wearing all day like a costume that had finally served its purpose and could be discarded.
The next beam went toward where Ren should have landed.
But there was nothing there.
Liora had come from above, she had tried to get to Ren before, to help hit Orion, but he had moved too fast and too far for a single jump to reach.
Yet she had luckily got positioned close to Ren after he got hit.
She made a fast, cheap and short jump and this time when getting to him she didn't try to block with a shield to help him.
