The Sidewinder
Mogra'teksa steeled herself, hissing through her teeth as the Mandalorian grabbed at her, aiming to reel her backward by her lekku, but what she lacked in raw strength, she made up for in reflex. She ducked, twisting about to slash upward at the man, though the glinting beskar he donned on his right forearm shielded him from the glancing blow. He had about as much of the stuff as she did- only guarding his forearms. Noticing this, gave the twi'lek better insight; if he guarded with his forearm instead of allowing his armor to take the blow to close distance, he likely wasn't suited fully in the precious metal; an advantage.
The twi'lek deactivated her lightsaber and spun about, snapping her left leg forward to sling her armored shin into the man's exposed ribs. His grunt of pain and stagger backward confirmed her suspicion- he only wore durasteel over his torso. Heavier and far less resistance to the plasmic hate she could deliver. She could anticipate him to try to keep distance or wound her dominant hand to lessen the threat of her melee against him.
This is precisely what she would play into, allowing the pain of her wound to fuel her speed as she did. She would need it for what was to come.
Surging forward, she gave the Mando no time to recover and instead kept close, blocking his haphazard haymaker with an elbow, and reared back to deliver a Force-bolstered uppercut, only to be smashed into the chest by his heel in kind. The wind left her, forced out of her lungs in a gasping wheeze and she nearly lost footing, feeling her mind reel at the impact his blow dealt to her. Just as she had previously, he rushed her, aiming to capitalize on the stagger. The difference was she was willing to take a hit to act on the advantage of her own.
He raised his hands above his helmeted head, bringing his blade high to deliver a mortal slash and all it took was a snap of her left arm forward and pressure on the switch of her blade. He was wide open.
The hiss of her lightsaber was echoed in kind by the fizzling of boiling blood and the churning crackle of melting steel. Muffled, choked breaths left her foe, nearly mimicking her own, as she watched him struggle to understand what happened. A stream of blistering yellow light connected them to one, threaded from her grip through his chest and beyond. A killing blow. Without thinking, she deactivated her blade and bounced backward, giving the man room to topple forward with a smoldering hole perfectly punched through his body.
The realization of what she had just done hit her like a tank when she felt the life leave him through The Force. Horror claimed her features leaving her to stare at the body wide-eyed.
The twi'lek deactivated her lightsaber and spun about, snapping her left leg forward to sling her armored shin into the man's exposed ribs. His grunt of pain and stagger backward confirmed her suspicion- he only wore durasteel over his torso. Heavier and far less resistance to the plasmic hate she could deliver. She could anticipate him to try to keep distance or wound her dominant hand to lessen the threat of her melee against him.
This is precisely what she would play into, allowing the pain of her wound to fuel her speed as she did. She would need it for what was to come.
Surging forward, she gave the Mando no time to recover and instead kept close, blocking his haphazard haymaker with an elbow, and reared back to deliver a Force-bolstered uppercut, only to be smashed into the chest by his heel in kind. The wind left her, forced out of her lungs in a gasping wheeze and she nearly lost footing, feeling her mind reel at the impact his blow dealt to her. Just as she had previously, he rushed her, aiming to capitalize on the stagger. The difference was she was willing to take a hit to act on the advantage of her own.
He raised his hands above his helmeted head, bringing his blade high to deliver a mortal slash and all it took was a snap of her left arm forward and pressure on the switch of her blade. He was wide open.
The hiss of her lightsaber was echoed in kind by the fizzling of boiling blood and the churning crackle of melting steel. Muffled, choked breaths left her foe, nearly mimicking her own, as she watched him struggle to understand what happened. A stream of blistering yellow light connected them to one, threaded from her grip through his chest and beyond. A killing blow. Without thinking, she deactivated her blade and bounced backward, giving the man room to topple forward with a smoldering hole perfectly punched through his body.
The realization of what she had just done hit her like a tank when she felt the life leave him through The Force. Horror claimed her features leaving her to stare at the body wide-eyed.