Maybe they were after her because the Force had mistaken her for Sith Lord Lightning Faron and couldn't tell the difference.
Seeing that Asaraa was handling herself fairly well, Josh would turn his attention back to his own group of foes. Spinning himself and his saber around, he would be quick to block a red blade coming his way, letting out an exhale as he would hold out a hand, focusing his energy as the Sith's hand would suddenly begin to freeze solid, throwing them off their game and loosening their grip on their blade. Josh would take advantage quickly, spinning and slashing through their side and sending them crashing into a wall with Force Push.
He would recover just in time to get his saber up to block an overhand blow, the Sith in particular trying to get him from above. They had hidden their presence this time, and Josh had only managed to avoid it out of battling instinct and awareness of his surroundings. With how strong the dark side was here, it would be easier for their opponents to hide their presence in it, to blend into it. That made this battle far more difficult, but they would manage. The darksider that had gone for the overhand strike, with Josh's block causing another saber clash, would move their head past the blades as red lips would peer out from the dark hood, the opponent's heads touching as the Sith would lean in and whisper, trying to get him off his guard:
"Well, hello there-"
CRACK
With eyes as cold as steel, a stoic expression unphased and a focused mind, the Jedi Master had reared his head back and struck with a hard headbutt that knocked the Sith back. The Jedi would leave his feet, using the Force to propel his body faster in a spin through the air as his foot would strike from high speed and velocity, the flying spin kick sending them crashing into the wall with the force of the impact causing many large rocks and debris to fall from the walls and pile on top of them. Rubbing his head a bit, Josh would look around to see if there were any others, as he would turn and walk over to Asaraa, noting her complaining that her top had been ripped during the battle.
"I know a tailor that could-"
Unsure if he was reacting through senses or instinct, Josh would suddenly arc forward and stab his lightsaber over Asaraa's shoulder, the side of his mouth pressing to her lip as he would lean as far as he could to get his arm forward to counter the attack of the Sith that had leaped from an open crevice in the rocks above them to go for an overhand slash on Asaraa. It would be the first time that Asaraa would see an expression and pair of eyes that she had not seen before, one that was a far cry from how he'd looked while they had joked around and flirted and teased. His expression was stone, his teeth clenched, his eyes were ice. He was as cold as the winters on Hoth, eyes forward, completely serious.
The Sith would fall from the stab into the throat, and Josh would peer downward, frowning. He had been aiming for their shoulder, but the suddenness of it had hampered his aim. It was an unnecessary death, but Josh couldn't stop it. It was better to kill a fiend by accident than let them kill your ally.
His eyes met hers for a moment, and his expression seemed to warm, that mischief in his eyes seeming to return as he would make a kissy face at her. He began to turn his head as if to make a move, but... He didn't. He backed away and began to stretch out as he would look around, trying to sense the next wave. He could have made the move, sure... But if Josh made all the moves, what would be left for Asaraa?
"I'll ask a tailor I know on Kashyyyk to fix your top if you're attached to it, when we return" He would speak calmly, letting out an exhale to get a deep breathe out and try to center himself before they possibly delved back into battle again. "You're not bad with a blade. Yuroic was your Master, right?" He asked the woman who, ironically, he would be the one to teach later. "He taught you well."
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