Nar Shaddaa
Nara watched with dismay as the blaster bolts did nothing to weaken or falter the rancor. They'd need heavier armaments, or some way to disable them. And here she was without a ton of explosives. She hoped that the Mandalorian had more tricks up her sleeves, getting ready to approach the bull before it made it's awful, horrid scream.
Nara tensed and held back, face scrunched in concentration as she tried to resist the dark side drenched roar of the bull. She could feel the pulse of it through the air, through her boots, as she wedged herself into the ground to try and resist the full-force of the scream. For a few seconds, it overwhelmed her senses, which allowed the other rancor to act.
She barely pulled herself out of her concentration in time to see the rancor throw the rock. She had to move, and quick. She rolled to the side, trying to dodge the twisted rock that flew towards her. As she did, she attempted desperately to right herself up in some way, half-crouched in the debris and muck as she saw the rancor charge for her. Without any time to plan anything fancy, clever or particularly deft, she resorted to her instincts.
As the massive hands reached out to her, Nara slashed her lightsaber towards the digits viciously, hoping to cut right through and sever part of the hand. Enough to stop the rancor from being able to grab her up instantly, both hands on the hilt to keep an iron grip on it in case she failed. Pulling on every bit of Jedi training, saber practice and conditioning from Hannibal that she'd had in years past.
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