She was going to have even less time to gather herself when the assassins started in and now the plasma rifle was a shield as she started to use it to bat them away, her muscles already aching for a fighting style that was familiar. Swords wasn't an option, there were too many long ranged enemies coming, and she could even sense that there were some she couldn't see. So there was little reason to try and play it safe and precise, at least, not an a weapon she knew wasn't her specialty.
So her hand went straight to her pouch, and she took a moment to remember the lessons taught to her: the rapid, quick movement of the Bene Gesserit, the quick, striding movement of the sword fighhter, all becoming one with her bending. She had to feel out herself in this fight, use the little water she had expertly.
And the water became a whip, quick and deadly, and Kaya was back again, coming at her enemies as if she were wielding a flail: ranged, precise, and then the quickness of the Bene Gesserit warrior woman turned into her bending again. This was just using defense to become offense in a way again, a dance she had to use to its full potential if she wanted to survive. She wove through Assasins, not going for the kill but rather working herself around them until she had them stinging, and was still somehow darting out of Bombadier fire. She was sweating bullets but she knew just the momentary loss of focus, one wrong move, and the dance would end with her dead.
Of course, no one had imagined a devourer worm shaking things up, and seeing it coming at her feet she gave a bust of speed at the last moment, darting near a barricade of rocks, breathing hard.
She had to try blood bending NOW, because if it worked, if indeed being on this moon made a difference, it would change the tide of the battle.
So she concentrated on the worm, her arms outstretched, for the moment out of its view. If this worked, she knew what she had to do next, to at least minimalize the destruction they could face.
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So her hand went straight to her pouch, and she took a moment to remember the lessons taught to her: the rapid, quick movement of the Bene Gesserit, the quick, striding movement of the sword fighhter, all becoming one with her bending. She had to feel out herself in this fight, use the little water she had expertly.
And the water became a whip, quick and deadly, and Kaya was back again, coming at her enemies as if she were wielding a flail: ranged, precise, and then the quickness of the Bene Gesserit warrior woman turned into her bending again. This was just using defense to become offense in a way again, a dance she had to use to its full potential if she wanted to survive. She wove through Assasins, not going for the kill but rather working herself around them until she had them stinging, and was still somehow darting out of Bombadier fire. She was sweating bullets but she knew just the momentary loss of focus, one wrong move, and the dance would end with her dead.
Of course, no one had imagined a devourer worm shaking things up, and seeing it coming at her feet she gave a bust of speed at the last moment, darting near a barricade of rocks, breathing hard.
She had to try blood bending NOW, because if it worked, if indeed being on this moon made a difference, it would change the tide of the battle.
So she concentrated on the worm, her arms outstretched, for the moment out of its view. If this worked, she knew what she had to do next, to at least minimalize the destruction they could face.