The first blow ripped the rifle from the woman's hands, and the second was deflected. Deflecting heavy blows from metal legs would bruise and take off skin if it didn't break bones. The woman pointed the blaster wildly at Ana's midsection and fired, but Ana was too fast, retracting her leg and spinning in the air to dodge the blast, her other leg now shooting out for Ivory's head. But then the knife intercepted her, stopping the kick from crushing the woman's skull.
And then the dance came, of two ferocious killers going for the throats. Blow for blow they traded, the fast and factory-machinery strength of Ana's prosthetics and the swift cutting edge of
Ivory Stroud
's knife. The vibroblade had a hard time cutting through the Phrik plating, but the weak spots that had to flex and remain less protected were Ivory's targets. Ana kept pushing Ivory further and further back along the duracrete floor, but the licks she took from that knife were starting to stack up. Disconnected or damaged connections and pistons made her movements slower, more sudden and jerky. She transformed from a violent ballerina to something out of a horror holofilm.
Dominik lay on the cold hard ground, feeling himself getting even colder and colder, vision moving in and out of focus. Blackness closing in. He raised a hand as his vision tunneled. And dug his thumb into his bullet wound. The pain had him almost screaming in pain as his teeth ground together. But his vision cleared as adrenaline hit him. His eye, an analytical machine, gave him a close approximation of how much blood he had lost and a timer to when he would pass out once more. It was less than a minute. He tried to sit up but couldn't, falling back to the ground. He could hear Ana and Ivory fight. He hadn't seen The Donna let loose, but he certainly had seen Ana go all-out before, trained with and against her, seen her operate and kill Jedi and Rogue Sith alike. Dominik hated fighting Force Users one on one, thought it was suicide. Ana
liked it. Ivory wouldn't survive.
He scooted and pulled himself across the floor towards the dropped blaster, weak pale hand reaching out for it when he spotted Ana, her back to him, facing off against Ivory. Her left leg, the one with the shield, delivered a sweeping strike, her whole body low to the ground. Then she rose up on that leg, continued the spinning momentum, and Dominik watched as the mechanisms in her right leg began to move.
Ana was twirling, sending Ivory a roundhouse with her right leg. And as it came, her foot came apart to reveal a long two-foot blade, arcing for Ivory. The bloody agent reached out his left hand and activated the little trick he had there, hardly using it. A mini-tractor beam, powered by the energy preserved every time he moved his robotic arm, latched onto Ana. He pushed Ana, throwing her closer to Ivory.
If he had seen correctly, which his eye-sight wasn't the best at the moment, Ivory had a massive disadvantage when it came to reach. Being at the end of an arcing blade is the worst place to be, so Dominik was attempting to close that gap, to ruin Ana's strike and get her closer to Ivory's blade.