A time for pause

[Catherine Soja]

[member="Seren Ordavo"] Had her moving backward the back pack was sliced in two as it swung at her but the effect still forced her to react. As she swung her saber in defensive movements she tried to keep him from over powering her before grabbing a near by hunk of debris from a work site and with the force throwing it at him. She hoped to strike him and knock him back and regain the advantage or slow his momentum so she could counter.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Catherine Soja"]

He'd let go of the pack to use it as a pile driver; that freed up his hands. The debris came in from his right, maybe courtesy of a gesture from her off hand; his focus was on the attack, not the motion she'd made to cause it. He set his feet and lashed out with a left punch across his body. Ten feet from him, the debris exploded. Chunks of permacrete battered him, scraped along his muscle, jarred his head back.

"All right, kid. This has gone far enough."

A few decades of training and experience, followed by sixteen years of heating and cooling rock to make escape tunnels -- the air began to chill. Deep chill, totally at odds with the warmth of the day. Some liked to conjure ice from nowhere; Seren had generally found it faster and more effective to understand and apply cold on its own terms. His breath turned to frost, though he used the ancient Jedi skill called tapas to regulate his own body temperature.

"You've got two minutes til frostbite sets in. Ten minutes'll freeze you solid."

Unless she left or really seriously interrupted him, of course.

 

[Catherine Soja]

[member="Seren Ordavo"] had her almost, she was burning out. She had one last thing she could think of to fight the cold. Physics still mattered heat. She began to spin swing twirl and move her light saber in tight fast formations. She enhanced her speed with the force as much as possible moving faster and faster as she did she cut gouges in nearby objects or the ground burning and further sucking cold air up. As she did her temperature locally rose as did her immediate area. But the faster she got the sooner it'd all burn out she knew it. The blazing hum of the light saber became a constant steady noise. She hoped it'd forceh im to stop or burn out faster using his powers but it was a long shot.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Catherine Soja"]

"Nice move."

And it was. Didn't stop him from dropping the area to something subzero, but it would keep her from frostbite until she got tired, until she started to sweat, until that sweat froze, until he got bored...

Or until her Master showed up. There was a very real chance a girl this age wasn't alone; there was an equally real chance that a Jedi Master in this day and age knew how to hide his presence in the Force. Playing with his food might be refreshing -- he hadn't fought a Jedi in sixteen years -- but if it left his back open to someone more his speed, if what looked like a delaying tactic actually was a delaying tactic, the smart move was to walk away.

But the kid wouldn't let him.

Seren was rapidly becoming annoyed. He opted to manifest this annoyance by dropping the deep chill and just doing his level best to grab her with the Force and throw her very far. Maybe she'd land it, maybe she'd catch up, but it'd give him a minute to make some distance and get a feel for whether someone in burlap was trying to sneak up on him.

 

[Catherine Soja]

[member="Seren Ordavo"] She was thrown the focus she needed to keep the speed up was too much to also block a force attack, flying backward she smashed into a pile of trash and left over crates her saber going out as she groaned in pain from the blow. She had to take a moment to stand up she was breathing heavily body wearing out from all the force powers and movement. She was out of her league here and it was showing. She slowly struggled up fairly sure she'd see him beside her once she stood and be smashed against a wall or something.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Catherine Soja"]

As planned, as intended, he bailed out as soon as she took the hit and went flying. His intention had been to create distance, and her fall gave him the time he needed. Never one for Force illusions, but skilled at disappearing nonetheless, he snatched up the brutalized backpack and ducked between nearby buildings at the edge of town. And from there another obfuscating move, then another. The sooner he disappeared, the sooner he'd be free to find passage offworld, willing or not. The last thing he wanted was to waste his newfound freedom only to get caught by a hypothetical Jedi Master on home turf.