[b][u][color=92278f]Willo Assay[/color][/u][/b]

The Jedi continued to gather, but Willo would let the fodder throw themselves away into the front lines. There would be other ways into the temple, and she'd find them if she had to carve one out herself. Tossing one last look the the Zabrak, she cut to the side and transitioned from the open streets to the more confined quarters between sealed buildings. If he was going to follow, he would do so, if not she would just have to hope from a distance that he wasn't a failure.

The alleys provided ample concealment from the light of battle outside, with only the occasional blaster fired at such an angle flashing red into the shadows. It wouldn't get her [i]inside[/i] perhaps, but close enough to find a way. Closer than the front-liners would get, anyway. 

A sudden movement in front of her refocused her eyes, and she came to a steady halt in the dark, cramped alley. A man stood across from her, and for a moment she thought it to be another Dark Jedi with a similar idea to her own. However, a second glance to his light robes and wide, naive eyes told her that it was quite the opposite. They stood still for a few moments, he seemed unsure whether or not she was an enemy. Willo's lips pulled into an open grin, then the man reached for his saber.

For the briefest moment the alley was lit by a vibrant green light as his sword ignited, but Willo lunged forward like a snake. She grabbed his wrist and sent a quick jab to his face, which served as distraction enough to fling the blade from his hand. He threw a punch and she dodged, her natural Vahlan flexibility helping to clear the blow easily, then locked her shins against his before he could kick. Willo struck his chest and gut, and when he hunched from the blow she brought her knee into his nose with a sickening '[i]crack[/i]'. The man reeled back in pain, but she threw her weight into him and held him against the wall, one hand over his mouth, the other over his chin. It was just a flicker of power, the force pulsing through her veins and coalescing as powerful but contained emission that broke his neck before he could muster a counter attack. It was over.

Willo let go and he slumped to the ground, only then noticing the long braid slung across his shoulder. 

"Your master should be disappointed," she mused, before continuing on through the alley. If the young man's master was indeed around, she didn't want to have to take another detour to deal with them.

By the end of the alleyway she was looking up at the temple from close by. Much of the hardest fighting was behind her in the streets, but here she could control her combat environment. Willo waited once again, this time for an ample distraction that she could use to find a way inside.