Dia doesn't play nice when survival is on the line. It's a wise mindset- these beings, be they people or creatures, are clearly fighting to kill. But now it's they who are on the defensive. The grenade explodes behind her, but the sparks merely singe her robes and backlight her lethal strike. The one already wounded dies without a sound- and as it does something bright flies up from its body: a glowing, ghostly figure that dissipates in less than the blink of an eye.
No time to wonder about that.
The one beside it bounds back in time to avoid the lethal whirl of Dia's saber- for the moment. Buying time, it turns and vaults behind the counter: a moment's cover from which to try and shoot at the Sith. But it's trapped. If it's smart it knows that. There's no chance it can bolt past the searing arcs Dia's cutting through the air. Still it pops up from behind the counter to shoot at her.
But the third?
When Dia charges the others it takes a chance. It hurls itself from the corner, scrambling below the sweep of her blades; throws itself out of the shattered window and into the snowy street beyond. Only then does it cry out: a raspy, broken yell that rebounds off stone and ice and concrete in the frigid air.
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No time to wonder about that.
The one beside it bounds back in time to avoid the lethal whirl of Dia's saber- for the moment. Buying time, it turns and vaults behind the counter: a moment's cover from which to try and shoot at the Sith. But it's trapped. If it's smart it knows that. There's no chance it can bolt past the searing arcs Dia's cutting through the air. Still it pops up from behind the counter to shoot at her.
But the third?
When Dia charges the others it takes a chance. It hurls itself from the corner, scrambling below the sweep of her blades; throws itself out of the shattered window and into the snowy street beyond. Only then does it cry out: a raspy, broken yell that rebounds off stone and ice and concrete in the frigid air.