Vulpesen's blade leaped to his defense, catching Jonyna's saber on his own. His eyes widened however as she produced the cryo-blaster, levelling the weapon at his outstretched hand.
"Cheater," he growled as his grip shifted along his saber. Truth was, he knew what was coming. He hated the cold and this was gonna hurt. Still, he was used to pain. Being a professional soldier did that to a man.
Vulpesen let out a burst of force energy from his palm, doing his best to lessen the effect of the blaster as its biting cold shot out to freeze his palm. With luck, it would prevent the damage from travelling too far up the limb. It was the fingers on Vulpesen's saber hand, however, that would be doing the major work. He wasn't a blade master by any means. His dueling skills were honed after countless battles and perfected by necessity rather than a desire or passion for the arts. Still, that didn't mean that he would allow his main weapon to be bereft of any tricks.
Vulpesen angled his saber along Jonyna's pointing it towards her chest, though admittedly, there was no way for him to lunge at her. She was just out of measure and the bind on their blades would make any push meaningless. Thankfully, a thrust was unnecessary. With the push of a button, his blade shot forward, extending to twice its normal length as it lanced towards the very center of the cathar's chest at the same moment she had shot her frosty attack at his free hand.
Jonyna Si