Well it seemed that all the pieces of the half baked, hair brained idea that had sprung into the fiery haired spacer's mind. Curse had done her magic and managed to now flood their little corner of the arena with a tsunami of water, and with Eisa taking the attention of the dire cats away from circling and attacking Poffo, the bearded brawler had moved off towards the Gundark and the fighters who were trying to put it down - putting him in safe enough distance from the sodden water logged so not to be affected by the next step of the ill conceived plan.
The only one that from what Eisa could tell would be in the perilous spot would be Curse, who was still scuttling away from the water logged ground, looking over her shoulder to get a gauge on just how close the pursuing pack of dire cats where, the spacer closed her eyes and dug deep, using the Force as much as she could to fuel her body and keep it moving as swiftly as possible. Building enough of a lead to make a quick diversion towards Curse, "Gotcha" Eisa spoke out as she snatched the little droid up with her free hand and rounding back towards the centre of the pool of water.
The sound of splashing under each boot fall building as the fiery haired spacer sprinted full tilt, with the snarling dire cats hot on her tail. It was gonna be now or never! With a quick bound, the spacer jumped up from the ground and threw her legs upwards, using the Force to help manipulate her body so that it would get her vertically flipped around before lunging one end of the electro staff towards the ground with her cybernetic arm, squeezing down on the activation stud with her metallic thumb.
A sharp crackling sound rang out as arcs of electricity dissipated out from the shock staff along the surface of the waterlogged ground. Swiftly followed by pained screeches and howls of the Dire cats that had ran into the water logged ground, the spilled water conducting and carrying the electric current from the arcing tip of the staff and electrocuting the predatory beasts. The electric currents causing their muscles to seize and cramp up, rendering them immobile and unable to move anywhere other than to fall onto the floor convulsing as the current continued to cause their bodies to go into spasm.
No sooner had the sudden crackle and flashing arcs of electrified water appeared into life and be noticed by the audience who had not been paying attention to the antics taking place in the misfit's corner of the arena, the currents dissipated as the shock staff burnt out, leaving the electrocuted dire cats laying limp, in a stunned and barely conscious state - though even if they wanted to continue hunting down either the Spacer or the Brawler, the dire cat's bodies weren't in any condition to do so.
With a slight flourish Eisa pushed herself out of her near gymnast like position of holding herself vertically off the ground at the end of the staff, landing feet first, a wild grin plastered over her flushed features as she breathed deeply to fill her lungs with air now that she wasn't engaged in a full on chase with the predatory beasts. Whilst the crowd around her was giving a mixture of cheers for the spectacle they had witnessed, mixed with some disappointed boos over the fact that they had been deprived of the sight of the dire cats rending the flesh from either Eisa or Poffo's bones - Eisa figured that given that they were stuck in this arena until it came to its conclusion, she may as well rattle the warlords cage a little.
Turning her focus and attention towards the Warlords marquis covered enclosure, Eisa pointed in the Quarren's direction with the shorted electro staff, before raising her free hand to her mouth and gestured a fake yawn - holding it for a few moments before extending the hand away from her mouth, balling it into a fist and then extending her middle finger at the Quarren and his entourage.
The only one that from what Eisa could tell would be in the perilous spot would be Curse, who was still scuttling away from the water logged ground, looking over her shoulder to get a gauge on just how close the pursuing pack of dire cats where, the spacer closed her eyes and dug deep, using the Force as much as she could to fuel her body and keep it moving as swiftly as possible. Building enough of a lead to make a quick diversion towards Curse, "Gotcha" Eisa spoke out as she snatched the little droid up with her free hand and rounding back towards the centre of the pool of water.
The sound of splashing under each boot fall building as the fiery haired spacer sprinted full tilt, with the snarling dire cats hot on her tail. It was gonna be now or never! With a quick bound, the spacer jumped up from the ground and threw her legs upwards, using the Force to help manipulate her body so that it would get her vertically flipped around before lunging one end of the electro staff towards the ground with her cybernetic arm, squeezing down on the activation stud with her metallic thumb.
A sharp crackling sound rang out as arcs of electricity dissipated out from the shock staff along the surface of the waterlogged ground. Swiftly followed by pained screeches and howls of the Dire cats that had ran into the water logged ground, the spilled water conducting and carrying the electric current from the arcing tip of the staff and electrocuting the predatory beasts. The electric currents causing their muscles to seize and cramp up, rendering them immobile and unable to move anywhere other than to fall onto the floor convulsing as the current continued to cause their bodies to go into spasm.
No sooner had the sudden crackle and flashing arcs of electrified water appeared into life and be noticed by the audience who had not been paying attention to the antics taking place in the misfit's corner of the arena, the currents dissipated as the shock staff burnt out, leaving the electrocuted dire cats laying limp, in a stunned and barely conscious state - though even if they wanted to continue hunting down either the Spacer or the Brawler, the dire cat's bodies weren't in any condition to do so.
With a slight flourish Eisa pushed herself out of her near gymnast like position of holding herself vertically off the ground at the end of the staff, landing feet first, a wild grin plastered over her flushed features as she breathed deeply to fill her lungs with air now that she wasn't engaged in a full on chase with the predatory beasts. Whilst the crowd around her was giving a mixture of cheers for the spectacle they had witnessed, mixed with some disappointed boos over the fact that they had been deprived of the sight of the dire cats rending the flesh from either Eisa or Poffo's bones - Eisa figured that given that they were stuck in this arena until it came to its conclusion, she may as well rattle the warlords cage a little.
Turning her focus and attention towards the Warlords marquis covered enclosure, Eisa pointed in the Quarren's direction with the shorted electro staff, before raising her free hand to her mouth and gestured a fake yawn - holding it for a few moments before extending the hand away from her mouth, balling it into a fist and then extending her middle finger at the Quarren and his entourage.