Moya silently observed their enemies filing out and carefully surrounding them to cover both in as many angles of fire as possible.
"They've done this before..." Moya remarked, bracing herself for the inevitable rush of blood being shed as
Alessandra Io
bantered with the Not-A-Mandalorian .
Then everyone opened fire.
Her Force Senses
screamed as projectiles rained down on them. She was using the Force to dodge dash away from, slide under, and flip over the Projectiles.
Her dark cored, green aura Lightsaber swatted aside bolts, what bolts did connect pinging off her high tech catsuit as she forced jumped her way off certain points on the canyon rocks up to her first target, whipping out her frontier pistol and shooting her first target in the head. She hated killing, but she wasn't ready to die.
No sooner had her bullet gone through his visor, killing him instantly than she whipped around to face her other attackers--
And got hit square in the chest with armor piercing flechette shotgun rounds.
Moya was flung back, feeling no pain but she was winded none the less.
She staggered back up, to the horror of her shooter, who immediately took aim and fired again.
Moya back flipped over the spray of razors, glowing green blood leaking from the wounds she had already sustained, and unleashed a surge of green lightning at him and two others.