Living In Color
Fighting against crime wasn't something Iris did a lot of. Fighting wasn't what she wanted to do, not in the streets. But sometimes it was a necessity. Her paint covered form sprinted through the streets. Yelling filled the world behind her. The gang she'd been going against caught wind of her location, and now she was being hunted. Rounding another corner she came face to face with another of the thugs. Leveling a blaster towards her. She frowned, but she didn't stop.
Iris dipped down under the shot. Got right into his guard before jumping overhead and away. He turned, unware of the small sphere she'd set on his chest. Just as he went to pull the trigger, the paint bomb went off. A cloud of blue erupted, leaving him in a cloud of chalky paint. He coughed, waved his arm to try and clear it.
But Iris was already gone. Leapt to the roof to get out of sight. And there she rested, closing her eyes. Running around and not using her lightsaber made this all difficult. Worth it, to keep the gang from thinking there was Jedi here. But exhausting. The occasional help she got from her fellow Padawans was always useful. Maybe it was time to ask for another.
Ichika Masudo