Her arm pushed out against him, and with it, a confession of fear. Admittance of her reliance on force powers, of her inferior lightsaber skills compared to his. Before he was awoken, he had been told of her prowess with the force, a specialty. Every specialist was good at one thing at the cost of something else. Her opening hand confirmed her weakness.

Jaskan force pushed himself backwards moments before the wave came upon him, matching it's velocity and reducing the blow from the 'impact' itself to nothing. He had plenty of space to work with, a notably long hallway to be exact. He slid backwards along the floor before applying some gradually increasing forward force of his own to slow down his movement. Making sure not to halt it entirely, to minimize his own efforts against the ongoing force wave. As it was, master Oabre would tire herself out long before he would if she continued applying such continual effort. He now stood 20m away from her, and continued to slowly slide further away until she stopped applying the force.

He laughed. "This isn't working out for you. Maybe you should try something else?"