The other tumbled from opening fingers, bounced on the ledge, and fell through the rain towards the distant alleys below. One piece flipped back in through the cut open window. Out where Mace could flick his blade in one precise arc and slash the shadow's lightsaber in half. Out where the shadow's fear turned some of it's Force-powered speed into a Force-powered grip on the slippery permacrete. Out where the shadow's fear's fear made it hesitate. Out on a rain-slicked ledge above a half kilometer drop. “He could feel the end of the battle approaching, and so could the blur of the Sith he faced in the Force, the shadow had become a pulsar of fear.Įasily, almost effortlessly, he turned the shadow's fear into a weapon: he angled the battle to bring them both out onto the window ledge.
