Thea twisted to the side, barely avoiding his first strike, her movements fluid and instinctive. Her eyes gleamed with sharp focus as she met each attack with precision, her saber spinning in a blur of motion. Thea parried the flurry of strikes, letting the Force guide her hands, her steps light and nimble.
She blocked another blow, the clash of their weapons sparking bright in the air. With a swift twist of her wrist, Thea disengaged, using the momentum to spin around him, attempting to flank him with a quick sweep aimed at his side.