Arha found herself moving even before she'd consciously reacted, her knife already in hand as she flipped out of the way as the beast immediately went for her throat. An instant later, her own white lightsaber flicked on as she'd attached the crysknife blade to the end of her lightsaber. Without the use of the Force, Arha's abilities rested in The Weirding Way. She blurred, letting time slow around her as the vorskr charged again. There were others, too, lurking in the shadows--a pack behavior. They were circling, herding, trapping.

Canine, by the look of them, and sleek, efficient killing machines. Admirable creatures.

Her lightsaber went flying a second later as the snap-hiss of a tail cracked across her wrist. She twisted at the last moment and felt teeth score her shoulder even as her hands came up to slam down on the vorskr's delicate ears. The creature yelped and snapped at her again. Arha barely managed to keep the teeth from her throat and slammed the heel of her palm into the creature's throat. Her lightsaber was definitely out of reach, now, and her wrist was starting to numb even as she worked to purge the toxin.

Her attacks and the beast's were both quick and the battle itself was decidedly matched.