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She was unarmored now. This was good. Della wasn't ready to let up her tactics, though. Her words had little effectiveness. Oh well, it was a long shot anyway. Still, the sith was armed with lightsabers. Lightsabers were very dangerous things. Della knew that her speed was her advantage. She was unpredictable. Yet, the Sith still engaged her like she was a typical combatant. It would be the torgruta's undoing.
Because Della would always be the less honorable fighter amongst the Jedi. She had accepted this. She had no shame and when others would bring it up with her, she would dismiss them in a huff. She never understood Galactic's strange things they chose to worry over. Still, Della was focused, she always found her mind the most at ease when she was in movement.
She continued her dodges and light footed dances. She recognized Juyo. Her husband was a master with it. Force once, Della was grateful for her husband's tendency to dabble in such things. Della felt the anger and wrath surging through the sith. Della was not afraid, but cautious. Della had once lived in fear, her abilities manifesting in electricity. But her joy and love also powered her connection to the Force. She knew what emotions could do, she embraced the good and used Order to control chaotic feelings.
Della knew what she had to do. Juyo was a powerful, emotional fighting skill. But it left one vulnerable to the force and thinking ahead. The Snamreg jumped well out of reach of the blades and reached into her pocket subtly to grab a large sachet of spicy powder. She charged at the sith, but the charge was a ruse. At the very last moment before her blade would strike the Sith's blade, the packet expelled into a cloud of intense powder that was force pushed right to the face of the torgruta. The powder was a special mix designed to be easily inhaled and burn the lungs, sinuses, and eyes of one unlucky enough to be in the cloud.
Della was already darting backwards to avoid the next attack. She was grateful for her people's history. They had raised Della on the spiciest root in the entire Galaxy. It was a part of daily life to consume it and accidentally inhale it. All of the spices in the Galaxy paled in comparison, in Della's point of view. Everyone else thought the girl simply was immune to the sensation of edible magma.
Because Della would always be the less honorable fighter amongst the Jedi. She had accepted this. She had no shame and when others would bring it up with her, she would dismiss them in a huff. She never understood Galactic's strange things they chose to worry over. Still, Della was focused, she always found her mind the most at ease when she was in movement.
She continued her dodges and light footed dances. She recognized Juyo. Her husband was a master with it. Force once, Della was grateful for her husband's tendency to dabble in such things. Della felt the anger and wrath surging through the sith. Della was not afraid, but cautious. Della had once lived in fear, her abilities manifesting in electricity. But her joy and love also powered her connection to the Force. She knew what emotions could do, she embraced the good and used Order to control chaotic feelings.
Della knew what she had to do. Juyo was a powerful, emotional fighting skill. But it left one vulnerable to the force and thinking ahead. The Snamreg jumped well out of reach of the blades and reached into her pocket subtly to grab a large sachet of spicy powder. She charged at the sith, but the charge was a ruse. At the very last moment before her blade would strike the Sith's blade, the packet expelled into a cloud of intense powder that was force pushed right to the face of the torgruta. The powder was a special mix designed to be easily inhaled and burn the lungs, sinuses, and eyes of one unlucky enough to be in the cloud.
Della was already darting backwards to avoid the next attack. She was grateful for her people's history. They had raised Della on the spiciest root in the entire Galaxy. It was a part of daily life to consume it and accidentally inhale it. All of the spices in the Galaxy paled in comparison, in Della's point of view. Everyone else thought the girl simply was immune to the sensation of edible magma.