"Nevermind me. One of us has to bring that ship down-"
[Obi-Wan promptly sails into view again- grappling with a Third Party Elite. One hand is locked around Obi-Wan's wrist, keeping his lightsaber from coming to bear. The other is grasping his neck.
Obi-Wan's legs and free hand are all striking and twisting, trying to break the elite's grip on him. The elite slams him against the wall of a building. He kicks off of the wall and headbutts the elite, then transfers the lightsaber to his free hand and severs the warrior's wings.
He slumps to the ground with the dead cultist, extricating himself as they land, and brushes himself off.]
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[Obi-Wan promptly sails into view again- grappling with a Third Party Elite. One hand is locked around Obi-Wan's wrist, keeping his lightsaber from coming to bear. The other is grasping his neck.
Obi-Wan's legs and free hand are all striking and twisting, trying to break the elite's grip on him. The elite slams him against the wall of a building. He kicks off of the wall and headbutts the elite, then transfers the lightsaber to his free hand and severs the warrior's wings.
He slumps to the ground with the dead cultist, extricating himself as they land, and brushes himself off.]
"The roofs were not, in fact, faster."