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Fang nodded. This was something she could do without instruction.

She ignited her light sabers and moved calmly through several kata. She was an artist, never missing a thrust as she paced through the forms. Fang hadn't been lying when she suggested trading with the traders for sculptures. It was easy to imagine her dextrously chipping away at a solid chunk of rock.

As the number of bodies increased, it became apparent that Fang was selecting her victims. She ignored and dodged away from the larger, more cautious, and more self-aware beings. Those that survived the spinning barrage of her attacks were clearly Force-sensitive.

Fang let the remaining beasts back her into a corner. From there, it became a matter of leaving a lasting impression. Any creature that got too close found itself losing an arm or a leg. It only took a few whirling rounds of this before everyone had fled.

After the relaxation of combat, she was feeling a bit more secure. She went to seek Thrask and report.