[ It has the intended effect, and Vestara gapes wide-eyed for a split second before taking a much more mundane route up to the relative safety of the high ground. With Force-enhanced reflexes and a lifetime of Sith training, she weaves between the swarm, her make-shift bludgeons securing a path forward like a parang beating through the underbrush. She's still avoiding blatant Force use -- no super-jumping, no lightning -- so the effect is less super-human than just someone at the peak of human potential.
Someone at the peak of human potential with a lot of lucky dodges and misses, anyway.
So as long as he lands on a relatively nearby outcropping of bones, she'll drop one of her makeshift bludgeons, grip the other one in her teeth, and scramble up the bones after him.
Internally, she promises to think about the ramifications of his powers when the situation is less dire. ]
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Someone at the peak of human potential with a lot of lucky dodges and misses, anyway.
So as long as he lands on a relatively nearby outcropping of bones, she'll drop one of her makeshift bludgeons, grip the other one in her teeth, and scramble up the bones after him.
Internally, she promises to think about the ramifications of his powers when the situation is less dire. ]