The surge of lightning flashed bright red sparks that lit up her skin with the same glow. It blinded her for a few moments, sending her reeling backward from the shock. It stung like hell, of course. Sharp stabbing sensations wracked all the way through her body. But it was nothing compared to the pain endured during her training lessons with dear old Dad. Dianah was reminded for a brief instant of the long and gruelling nights and the searing pain that often followed the next day. She was glad of it, however. It meant that pain like this was only felt for a few moments before she could recover enough to defend herself.
With a quick shake of her head and a mental note to feel sorry for herself later, she was ready to go again.
The lightsaber was dead weight. If he kept up his force pull she would eventually be too tired to use the arm or lose it completely. So Dianah let it fly from her hand, judging it as a lost cause. The situation seemed pretty bleak, but not completely without hope. When it came down too it Marlo did have two lightsabers, but she was a born and bred Mandalorian. Hand to hand was something she had practised time and time again. It would be difficult with the double threat of being burnt to kark as she had only ever fought against one.
But there were a few more tricks up her sleeve yet.
A pale white hand thrashed upward cutting their air with an almost audible whip. Palm facing the ceiling, Dianah's fingers tensed and began curling slowly into a fist. The dark side of her oozed out thickly, like honey being poured from a jar. Her feet set themselves firmly against the floor, poised and ready to spring into action. The force crush was aimed at the tibia in his dominant leg. Dianah hoped that it would crush with the pressure, not to dust mind, just enough to disable him. He was far too agile, he could do with being knocked down a peg.
Her face twisted with the concentration of it, so much so that it made her hand shake violently in front of her. She had seen her father do this once and it tickled her to think how proud he would be.
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