Vahliri’s eyes immediately narrowed when Tazlen spoke. Seriously - of all the people she would’ve found on Yavin, it just had to be him. “I hate you.” She grumbled with an equally grumpy expression, the words serving as a repetition of the sentiment she’d expressed quite literally a dozen times prior to their current fight.
The half-Annfyn fully committed to the dual-phase attack, and was thus entirely thrown off by Tazlen’s decision not to follow through with the swing. Instead, saber remained layered over the top of his own - her guard open while his right hand whirled in from the left. Out of instinct, Vahliri attempted to use her left arm to block the arm - only to promptly re-discover that it wasn’t there. Instead, Tazlen would merely see her arm-stump wiggle a bit in protest to the incoming bitchslap.
Unable to block, Vahliri couldn’t help but gasp out a breath as Tazlen backhanded her across the face - the force of his gauntlet-covered hand enough to crack her nose. Pain stung across her face, followed by a steady trickle of blood beginning to drip from her nose. “THE HELL!?” She exclaimed, quite literally offended by the maneuver. Why couldn’t he just stab her?
Gritting her teeth, Vahliri stepped further into Tazlen’s guard - capitalizing upon the fact that their sabers were pinned to the right, and Tazlen’s own arm had swung upwards to execute upon the bitchslap. Her right left lifted off the ground - driving upwards in an attempt to slam her knee directly into the Jedi Knight’s groin. It was far from a lethal attack - but would be painful if successful, and ideally cause the Jedi to reel back from their bladelock.
Regardless of the outcome, Vahliri began to pick up on an incoming transmission from the other side of the temple - shouting into the comm-piece in her ear. News of the Imperial victory rang through her head, followed by orders to allow the Jedi to evacuate. Vahliri blinked a few times, her jaw setting into a firm line at that particular piece of information. She had no doubt that Tazlen would be receiving similar information himself.
The half-Annfyn fully committed to the dual-phase attack, and was thus entirely thrown off by Tazlen’s decision not to follow through with the swing. Instead, saber remained layered over the top of his own - her guard open while his right hand whirled in from the left. Out of instinct, Vahliri attempted to use her left arm to block the arm - only to promptly re-discover that it wasn’t there. Instead, Tazlen would merely see her arm-stump wiggle a bit in protest to the incoming bitchslap.
Unable to block, Vahliri couldn’t help but gasp out a breath as Tazlen backhanded her across the face - the force of his gauntlet-covered hand enough to crack her nose. Pain stung across her face, followed by a steady trickle of blood beginning to drip from her nose. “THE HELL!?” She exclaimed, quite literally offended by the maneuver. Why couldn’t he just stab her?
Gritting her teeth, Vahliri stepped further into Tazlen’s guard - capitalizing upon the fact that their sabers were pinned to the right, and Tazlen’s own arm had swung upwards to execute upon the bitchslap. Her right left lifted off the ground - driving upwards in an attempt to slam her knee directly into the Jedi Knight’s groin. It was far from a lethal attack - but would be painful if successful, and ideally cause the Jedi to reel back from their bladelock.
Regardless of the outcome, Vahliri began to pick up on an incoming transmission from the other side of the temple - shouting into the comm-piece in her ear. News of the Imperial victory rang through her head, followed by orders to allow the Jedi to evacuate. Vahliri blinked a few times, her jaw setting into a firm line at that particular piece of information. She had no doubt that Tazlen would be receiving similar information himself.