Sharra N'aquiva leaned the barrel of her blaster against her head and sighed. No way was she going to get a shot at Darana from a distance. Not with her trained Household surrounding her. Force take it, she was going to have to get close. She began to move toward her target, using every available spot of cover and the hunter's mindset that obviated emotion-and made her Force signature much easier to conceal. Gradually, she gained on them. Guessing their next position was a gamble, but she took it, hiding in a tight alley. Darana would have to pass near her to get through. Sharra's mouth quirked in a grim smile. She waited, willing the blood to move through her legs, preventing their cramping, carrying away the toxins. Her breath calmed. Her hand relaxed on the blaster trigger. All she needed was a clear shot, and this particular piece of evil wouldn't be bothering anyone anymore. Footsteps approached, moving quickly. Sharra let passive sensing trail out a bit, trying to get an exact measure of Darana's position. Closer. Closer. Now! The dark haired woman whirled out into the middle of the party. She threw herself at Darana, angling for a body or head shot at close range. She was actually pulling the trigger when someone's TK moved the barrel. Her hand and her Force ability compensated, but her aim still went off. She heard a scream, but not from the RIGHT person. "Damn it!" she had just enough time to think as someone hit her from behind. She crashed into Darana and on into darkness.
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