The blinding amount of pain fueled her rage, her determination, and her will to survive. Throwing her hands out in front of her, one holding the saber in a horizontal guard position, for all the good it would do, she summoned the swirling energies around her, demanding it protect her. Her anger, fear, and pain pulled everything into sharp focus, every lock of flame a glowing brand meant to bring her to her knees in submission. But she would not submit. Instead she did exactly as she was taught, demanding the Force obey her will to protect.
The jet of flame slammed into an invisible barrier, splitting into two and varying off, away from the disciple. The heat from the orange and red inferno linked at her skin, further aggravating the wounds and stinging any bare skin.
She grinned wickedly as the power bent to her will, raising her eyes to the man in front of her, eyes turned a sickly yellow-red from harnessing the power of the dark side of the force.
As the flames began to die out, she reversed the energy flowing through her, sending it out, pushing the man back and away. Her labored breathing belied the exhausted state she was in. Her emotions and pain the only thing adding fuel to the force running through her.
Without waiting, she pocketed her hilt, having let the saber's blade die moments before, and scrambled to her feet, sprinting to the end of the alley and the relatively safety of a crowded thoroughfare. Pulling her hood up, over her head, she tugged her cloak tighter around her person, fading into the crowd.
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