She frowned. Look for a weakness? Blast it, she knew what Galen's weakness was already. She smirked to herself as he stepped back and told her to attack him, told her she had to understand her opponent. Mara just nodded, raised her lightsaber, and ran at him.

At the last minute, she disengaged the saber and dropped to her knees, pulling her blaster out of its holster and aiming it directly at the hilt of his lightsaber. A couple shots off, then she tossed the blaster aside and grabbed Galen's leg, trying to yank him down to the ground with her.

Her opponent was used to elegant attacks from sophisticated enemies, she figured. Not something like this from someone used to working a little bit dirtier.