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There is a fleck in the corner of your eye and a soft tingle down your spine. A familiar sensation that grows in the back of your head. You can feel familiar presences approaching with considerable speed; you can sense it is Luke, Claire, Vila and Porro; at the rate they are travelling, they are closing in some kind of vehicle. This gives you some confidence, knowing that no matter what is going to happen next, you will have your friends around to help you deal with the situation, and if they were attacked, you wouldn’t be impotently unable to assist due to distance.
No matter what, you can’t allow this fight to drag on; you have no idea what is happening, what The Singularity or Hutts truly have planned. You need to overwhelm her before she tries to escape again, or something worse happens. Throwing your defensive Soresu skill out, you delve into the boundless varied emotions you have inside of you to fuel your aggressive Juyo while mixing in your practised Makashi. Jaina returns a glare at you with steely eyes, but her stance betrays her emotions; she is standing too rigid and cautious. She should not take long to best, that is, if it isn’t some kind of elaborate act.
With a lightning-fast flick of your wrist, your Lightsaber flies from your hand at the head of the Dark Star Acolyte. You see a flash of fear in her eyes, but it comes slowly, as does her reaction. Jaina only half raises her own blade to block the flying slice, catching it by the narrowest of margins. This leaves her out of place to parry your follow-up strike with your Shoto. The small blade slashes at her torso, cleaving through armourweave with an effortless ease, scoring a line of burnt flesh across her belly. If not for her late backstep, you would have bisected the girl. At the same time, your main blade flies back into your waiting, outstretched hand.
Now, not only do her eyes speak of the fear she was trying to hide, but her face is a death mask of panicked dread. The teenage girl stumbles back, and you can read a hesitation in her stance; more than anything she wants to run, but she beats the urge to flee further down the roof of the train. It would provide her with nothing, but a dead end leading to an endless chasm straight to the centre of the gaseous planet. With an overhead slice, you cleave downwards, slamming into her guard. Jaina drops her Lightsaber as she falls to the roof from the unrepentant power. There is now a small slice in the train’s ceiling, and you see the terrified faces of passengers below gazing up at you through the gash.