[Revan dodges to the side as one of the little fliers shoots...something? at her and about a square meter of the wall behind where her head just ceased to be ices over. She makes a swatting gesture with one hand and offending creature yips as it's slammed into a tree trunk.]
Someone go with the noncombatants. Make sure we aren't flanked. The last thing we need is to have our line cut.
[At least Dixon is holding his own, which surprises her. He simply didn't seem that competent to her.
Then she's out of time to talk and lets the focus of combat take over, ceding her decisions to the Force. It's so weak here. She can't speed her limbs or shield herself from blows, and she already knew she can't heal. Still, weak or not, the Force answers when she calls, and the battle seems to turn into a scripted thing, steps she had been destined to take, strikes she has always known were coming and has always been prepared to dodge.
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Someone go with the noncombatants. Make sure we aren't flanked. The last thing we need is to have our line cut.
[At least Dixon is holding his own, which surprises her. He simply didn't seem that competent to her.
Then she's out of time to talk and lets the focus of combat take over, ceding her decisions to the Force. It's so weak here. She can't speed her limbs or shield herself from blows, and she already knew she can't heal. Still, weak or not, the Force answers when she calls, and the battle seems to turn into a scripted thing, steps she had been destined to take, strikes she has always known were coming and has always been prepared to dodge.
The Wheelers are lucky all she's got is a stick.]