Kailen (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=677250)<br/><br/>Despite himself, Kailen was beginning to feel exhilarated.  The air whipping by his face, ruffling his fancy clothes, seemed to set his pulse racing, a constant reminder of how high up he was, and how fast they were going.  But the Force was with him, was his ally.  Fear would find no place in his spirit.<br/><br/>Still holding on with one hand, Kailen reaches down with his right, to his hip, finding that familiar shape.  Gripping his lightsaber firmly, he pulls it forward, activating it with his thumb.  Even over the roar of the wind, the familiar<em>snap-hiss</em>of ignition can be heard as his blade springs to life, bathing him in its blue glow.  With that action, Kailen's confidence grows.  Perhaps it was this strange exhilaration he felt, or perhaps it was the taunts Linzi was shouting; at least, he assumed they were, from the tone.  With a confident smile, he raises his lightsaber's hilt to his face, blade upwards, and then sweeps it down to the side, a fair imitation of the famous Makashi Salute.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">initiative = 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=86644)</div></div>