[It's carnage, pure war, and she watches with a feeling of sadness. Hasn't there been enough fighting? Enough death already?
And yet, here she is, helping to contribute, her lightsaber flaring brightly as she swings it around, cutting one man down and then another in an attempt to protect a couple of civilians cowering behind her.
This has to end. One way or another, it has to end.
She spots him then, at the end of a street, the cause for this madness.]
OH BOY LIKE SHE DOESN'T HAVE ENOUGH CREEPS STALKING HER
And yet, here she is, helping to contribute, her lightsaber flaring brightly as she swings it around, cutting one man down and then another in an attempt to protect a couple of civilians cowering behind her.
This has to end. One way or another, it has to end.
She spots him then, at the end of a street, the cause for this madness.]