"Innocent? Am I?" Tahiri asked, curled up in as tight a ball as she could manage. The scene shifted again, from the vivarium in the shaper damutek to the ramp of a living Yuuzhan Vong ship.
Mezhan Kwaad held up a nut-shaped vial in one hand, threatening the crowd of warriors with the potent toxin inside; at her feet, Anakin and his Shamed One companion writhed in pain from the wounds she'd inflicted on them with her eight-fingered shaper's hand . . . and was still inflicting, elongated fingers wrapped around Anakin's bleeding forearm and Vua Rapuung's leg. "Nen Yim. Drag those two on board," she commanded, indicating them.
Nen Yim started to follow the order, but when she and Mezhan Kwaad saw Anakin's lightsaber floating up into the air, they hesitated -- at which point Mezhan Kwaad sent more shocks of pain through him.
The lightsaber, undeterred, continued its trajectory . . . right into Tahiri's outstretched hand, where she thumbed it to life and decapitated Mezhan Kwaad.
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Mezhan Kwaad held up a nut-shaped vial in one hand, threatening the crowd of warriors with the potent toxin inside; at her feet, Anakin and his Shamed One companion writhed in pain from the wounds she'd inflicted on them with her eight-fingered shaper's hand . . . and was still inflicting, elongated fingers wrapped around Anakin's bleeding forearm and Vua Rapuung's leg. "Nen Yim. Drag those two on board," she commanded, indicating them.
Nen Yim started to follow the order, but when she and Mezhan Kwaad saw Anakin's lightsaber floating up into the air, they hesitated -- at which point Mezhan Kwaad sent more shocks of pain through him.
The lightsaber, undeterred, continued its trajectory . . . right into Tahiri's outstretched hand, where she thumbed it to life and decapitated Mezhan Kwaad.
And looked down, and smiled, and laughed.