[She's not afraid, just disgusted. Her lightsabers, or more specifically, their current useless state, are a sore subject.
The adrenaline isn't quite a match for the darkness clouding her mind. Revan recognizes the nagging despair as too sudden and unexpected to be her own, but that doesn't make it go away, and she has to force herself to give the battle around her the attention it deserves.]
Maybe one of the ones in the masks can take care of it for us.
[Revan looks around for the nearest Death Eater. The enemy of her enemy is a useful distraction.]
no subject
[She's not afraid, just disgusted. Her lightsabers, or more specifically, their current useless state, are a sore subject.
The adrenaline isn't quite a match for the darkness clouding her mind. Revan recognizes the nagging despair as too sudden and unexpected to be her own, but that doesn't make it go away, and she has to force herself to give the battle around her the attention it deserves.]
Maybe one of the ones in the masks can take care of it for us.
[Revan looks around for the nearest Death Eater. The enemy of her enemy is a useful distraction.]