So Soren let himself slip, just once, as the paler boy charged. He let the blade come close, let it bite into the flexor of his arm before using the momentum to drive his shoulder into Cassian's chest, knocking the wind out of him and landing them both hard on the rain-soaked ground.
The impact jarred Soren's teeth, but he came up faster, jamming the cold metal across Cassian's collarbone before feeling the hands clamp around his own, trying to break the hold.
It unspooled from there in shouts and boots and the smell of blood gone to copper in the wet grass. Soren's vision tunneled, but he saw Kale drag another Blue fighter down, saw the transfer drop out with a broken blade, saw the twins, finally, gloriously, succeed in pinning Aria against the nave with what looked like a shared headlock.
