[b]Ahsoka Tano, New York City[/b]

Things had been going well, and Ahsoka had managed to put the Sith on the defensive for the moment, only for him to take advantage of a slight opening to kick her, bringing the onslaught to a halt. Damn it, she had fallen to her overconfidence once more. This was made even more apparent as she was locked in a Force Choke, hand grabbing at the invisible pressure on her neck even as her dangling feet kicked futilely. 

"I don't think so," she grunted as she prepared her next trick. This one she had learned from Assaj, and even though it wasn't as powerful as, say, some others she had faced, it would serve it's purpose here. 

So she focused, drew on the lessons from Assaj as her mind began to falter and her vision narrowed. Then she released, free hand thrusting forward as a blast of lightning shot out, aimed directly at the Sith. Seemed the Jedi might not be so pure after all. But if it worked and he released the choke, she didn't particularly mind.