It was sudden, the surge of the force pinning her in place, little difference between the girl and a statue. Asaraa could feel a wave of panic surging up in her core, as she tried, unsuccessfully to shift, her muscles straining against the forces holding her in place. For a moment she wasn't in the forest anymore, the sight and smell of the world around her fading and falling away, instead, she was back in the past, watching her body cartwheeling through the Silver Jedi, red lightsaber lashing out in her hands. She recalled the sheer physicality of it, the surge of power of glee as the red blade punch through one troopers' armour, a gesture of her hand sending a flurry of stones at a Jedi, the thump of the rock into his flesh bringing a smile to the face she barely recognised, and a surge of horror to the girl. A surge of horror that built with the rising wave of panic as her eyes snapped open, her eyes staring forward but not seeing [member="Tom Taff"], seeing a taunting face that haunted her nightmares every night. 'No, Never again!' the mantra repeated herself in her head, a chorus to hold back the panic threatening to overwhelm her. Without thinking the Jedi opened herself up to the force, reflexively sucking in as much of the force as she could hold, the energy seeping out of every pore of her body as she threw it against the field holding her, searching for a weak spot in the binding in an almost blind rage, a panic. Normally she would never have been able to break past a Master like Tom, but with his attention torn between so many individuals the field couldn't be entirely perfect, and as her probes found that one chink in the field as she exerted pressure on it, forcing her will into the field, pushing it away as she expended the force profligately as she fell forward to the ground, hands reaching forward to catch her as she shuddered, the adrenaline and panic slowly retreating.