A Punishing Victory.

[Kitsune]

Zenko stood on the brink of exhaustion as she in orbit of Destrillion. A lone Jedi Knight stood still, calm and composed, as he skillfully swung his glowing blue lightsaber with ease and dexterity. Her master was able to retreat safely at the moment, but now, Zenko was stuck on board Tibanna Gas Platform, battling and fending off this Jedi from advancing any further and intercepting her master before she could retreat safely.

Armed with her was only her katana vibroblade and with her Kiyohime-class Blaster Rifle sliced in half, Zenko grimaced as he approached.

"Frak you." Zenko snarled, before lodging a Hitodama-class Grenade at the Jedi and retreating backwards. As she ran down the corridor, she slammed the blast door and continued retreating.

 

[Kitsune]

The grenade blew up only a few inches from his face, and although using the best of his abilities to shield himself, the Jedi faced critical wounds. His flesh burned as plasma disintegrated through his skin, muscle and bone. The Jedi threw his hands to his face in pure agony, dropping the disengaged lightsaber and using the force to remove the plasma from his body and healing his wounds. The process would be long and arduous to complete, and both his eyes were permanently damaged. With that said, the Jedi focused on ameliorating his wounds to prevent them from worsening and used immense meditation to focus on suppressing the pain in his face and focus at the task at hand.

The Jedi slowly approached forward toward the blast doors, using the Force to feel for the environment, and bent down to pick up his lightsaber. Igniting it once more, he used force telekinesis to crush the obstacle in front of him like paper and discard them to the side. He began his slow gait forward, keenly listening to the Force in an attempt to locate Zenko.