If time would have allowed it, Zambrano might have frowned at the sudden miss and failure of his whip. In a sense, this was partly expected when considered from a perspective outside of Zambrano's, given that he was dealing with no push-over. Even in the most advantageous position, enemies could exploit an attack to find a secondary or tertiary reaction to any action one made against their opponent, given that they had the power or resolve to carve this new option through. Thus far, his newly acquired companion in the Primeval Agent, hadn't erroneously interfered with the gigantic cat's plunge, least he be caught between either the Hutts whip or a charging Togorian. Granted, he was armored, and far more sufficiently than Zambrano, most especially against the wild cat's more lethal of weapons, the lightsaber, given his cortosis. Even still, the gargantuan slug was not completely outmatched despite the difference in muscle-mass, force mastery, armor and weaponry, as the Acolyte had at least one crippling move he knew from prior experience would be effective against the beast. At the present moment, it could not be released, given that the Hutt had no outstanding pain that would warrant using the force again due to his extreme mental exhaustion, and would only be used if the circumstances looked very dire. His desires were fairly simple, given that he wanted to cause others pain, so naturally being given pain was the antithesis of his primary motive to live, despite its utter and complete ignorability. Which in a twisted kind of way made him sort of normal, since everyone typically avoided pain, albeit for different reasons.
The momentum of the whip in action had already began to twist around, prepared to be coiled again, before it would be asked to change direction, which previously had been described as no quick and easy process despite the versatility of a whip. Unlike most whips, this one was barbed, and thus experienced far more air drag than the more conventional tool. Attempting another attack with the whip would probably be a less than fantastic move, but unfortunately that would be among his only moves. The Hutt would force the whip back downwards and across his body, in an attempt to intercept Piriaba in his tumble. The attack was mostly in vain however, as the Togorian was nearly at the full extent of the 6 meter whip and travelling at about 13 meters a second, the enormous cat would be in the midst of tackling him in a mere half a second. The full motion of the whip would most likely impact the back of Piriaba's head within around a full second. If nothing could be done, Zambrano would experience what it feels like (again) to have a lightsaber lodged in your lower intestine... or at least, whatever organs a Hutt has down below.
Luckily for the Hutt, despite this ill turn of events, the remainder of his Gamorrean guard would soon be closing in the defense of their Master, in addition to the remainder of the denizens still under the illusion that Zambrano was their friend. Every few moments the stronger minded individuals would return to reality and scamper away or find themselves in a confusing position, with Piriaba being the first and most dangerous to return. At this point there was about three out of the original six, although the third one was beginning to become a little hazy in her belief in Zambrano. One of them however, had been tracking Piriaba with a blaster rifle the moment he began his insane charge towards his master, and quite possibly at the last possible second he was able to squeeze off a plasma bolt. He had been attempting to line up a clear shot given the tremendous speed of the feline, and only when the cat dramatically altered his speed in order to tumble did he find his chance to fire. As the feline closed the distance on the Hutt the plasma bolt would be in the process of impacting Piriaba's armored side, given that no conditions were changed within those few milliseconds, which would nudge the cat just enough to the side to ensure that upon the activation of the unusually long saber blade, no major organs would be puncture, if any existed in the lower portions of Hutt anatomy.
This of course, would unpleasantly uncomfortable, likely for all parties involved, as while the Hutt was getting impaled, he was bringing down his whip right onto the back of Piriaba's head. To make matters worse, the agonizing presence of the Jedi Master put an incredible strain upon Zambrano's mind once he came into visual range, it almost literally cause the blackened labyrinth of his vile disgusting soul to burst a growing vein on the Hutts massive forehead. Already the Hutt's golden eyes had gone bloodshot from the addition of three padawans, a Sith Knight, and now a Jedi Master. That coupled with the burning impalement he was about to receive, what little of the Hutts reservoir of the force would burst in the dire emergency, causing veins to pop and bleeding to appear at nearly every orifice from its utilization. With each additional force sensitive, the Hutt's overall pain tolerance decreased, and with that his effective potential in the utilization of the force. As such, in the next moment following this one, the Hutts utilization of the force had to work, in order to ensure the timeline continued as it has. The pain would be nearly unbearable for anyone.
Already the Hutt screamed at the heavens with the hellish scent of brimstone and the dying dead...
[member="Digo Odel"], [member="Piraiba"], [member="Zaren Bouqi"], [member="Gorg"], [member="Armand Temi"], [member="Catalys Maijora"], [member="Alisa Kalor"], [member="Sage Bane"]
