"Okay cool, any ideas?" as anyone could probably guess, thiavi didn't spend much time fighting sith. or witches, or however that worked. alright, "destroying them isn't going to do much"? she'd better be talking about the zombies.
The witch had deflected all of her shots so far, one of which had hit her pauldron, just barely clipping the edge and burning into the skin.
Chit, She'd have to come up with something creative, and quickly if the sith lady didn't jump in soon.
Thiavi didn't miss, she hadn't missed since tatooine and she didn't plan on missing now, but thankfully for her, she didn't count deflections and sith sorcery as missing, merely... interception.
she was running low now, three of six shots, and taking the time to load another power cell without someone covering for her, could be the death of her. but what choice did she have right now?
She'd have to load again soon, if only she'd swapped her paint cans for gas canisters. wait.. paint?
She grabs one of her paint cans and shakes it a couple times before throwing it the witch, quickly blasting it before turning away to run. the can had exploded into a cloud of dark purple, staining everything in between her and the witch. By the time it had even come close to settling, thiavi had already slipped outside.
she quickly shoves another power cell in her pistol before putting it back in her holster and shoves another power cell into her rifle.
She arrives at another window and takes careful aim, lining up a shot and holding her breath, then *thwuuum* her shot zips through the window and into the cantina. but a thought came over her, in that instant, everything around her froze, even before she had fired, the witch had looked this way, could she, feel it? could she predict it? is that how they did it... oh gods, it is!
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