[ She draws her own blaster, slinking along the shadows of the mountain and into the dark.
It's quiet for a while, just the faint rustle of wind in the leaves before a soft thud. Then another, and the muffled sounds of a blaster. A moment later there's a scuffle, grunting and a cry of pain, and then silence. ]
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It's quiet for a while, just the faint rustle of wind in the leaves before a soft thud. Then another, and the muffled sounds of a blaster. A moment later there's a scuffle, grunting and a cry of pain, and then silence. ]