Arha found herself locked in battle with another vornksr of her own and used every inch of her speed to her advantage, she killed, though, and was sad for it. They were fierce things, worthy of more honor, but their teeth were not as sharp as her own. Lightsaber and crysknife were barely enough, but she had settled into the rhythm of defense and offense, the dance that wove her around and between the two Jed-Eye as she deflected or maimed...or killed.

A leap for her throat became a howl of pain, claws that flashed for her face met her shoulder and she did not stop moving, twisting, bending herself to fit the situation. Arha knew she would be bruised and sliced when this was over, but it was good training. In a lull, she found herself back to back with Kyle and took a moment to breathe.