Realizing that the tables had turned slightly, Meena stumbled back and pulled on the chain just as Drak had instructed her to. She couldn't quite look at the sight of a strangling pirate, but her survival instinct urged her to act and not think or watch. And so she did. The pirate grabbed the chain at his throat as he wheezed for the final time before his body went limp. As she was hurrying to remove the chain from the body's neck, she felt one of the guards grab her from behind while the other one approached Drak. This vaguely reminded her of her time in Kessel, where fights among prisoners and against guards had been fairly common. In fact, it held a particular place in her heart, because prison fights had played a role in getting her out of Kessel.<br/><br/>She was by no means a physically tough woman. Perhaps she had a bit more endurance after her days in prison, but she wasn't that strong. And so, when she was grabbed from behind, she tried not to panic and focused on trying to find his weak spot, that one part that would make him scream in agony if she punched or kicked even a little. Meena surprised him by leaning all her body weight on him, thus causing him to stumble against the wall as the ship lurched once more. She fought him first like a woman normally would, trying to tear her hands free from his grip, hurting her wrist in her process more than anything. At the same time she could sense him growing a bit tired and she attacked him as soon as she felt him give in just a little by planting her elbow into his upper abdomen.<br/><br/>The guard's body twisted in pain, which gave her enough time to turn around and punch him with all the might he had. Except, she didn't think things through quite well and punched with her damaged wrist instead, gritting her teeth in agony after landing her fist on his chin. Meena heard him utter something with a pained voice, something which was aimed to insult her. He turned back to her quickly to spit blood on her face and return her offense with a slap, after which he pushed her into the opposite wall of the cell. She was briefly out of breath and struggled to release her healthy wrist from the death grip the twisted chain had placed it into. Meena received a punch on her temple, which both disoriented her and seemed to give her determination to really end things.<br/><br/>Her free wrist was no good, but she still had her legs. As soon as the guard stepped close enough to prepare another blow, she grabbed him by his shoulders to pull him close and kick her knee between his legs. The response was instant and the guard fell on the floor, growling agony, his face wincing from pain. Meena lifted her chained hand and punched the metallic part of her cuff into his head, effectively knocking him unconscious. Quickly, her right hand trembling from pain, she reached for the guard's blaster pistol and aimed it at her chained wrist. The chains didn't resist blaster bolts.<br/><br/>"To the ship. Hurry." She breathed to Drak, her voice low and unsteady.