Traction

Silence. Then, weight. My joints yielded under deliberate command. I lowered one gloved hand toward the ground, letting fingertips press into the loose grit. The grains shifted, offering tactile resistance beneath my palm. A single dark pebble rested by my boot; I nudged it with the edge of my tread, watching it roll two paces across the sand before settling motionless. Movement was responsive, balanced, and sharp. I straightened, shifting my stance slightly forward while observing the quiet shadows stretching along the canyon walls. Every motion answered to intent. I stood ready.#StarWars #DarthMaul #Tatooine #HotToys