Nyri slowly sank down once the shooting stopped. She sheathed her right saber, clipping it to her belt and closing her eyes for a quick breath. She let her senses reach out, only until she knew that the other fighters weren't planning on stringing her up, at least for the time being.<br/><br/>Noting the man's assesment of my failed assassination attempt, she gave a slightly tired smile. Yes, we were just fighting for the hell of it. That totally made sense. The acolyte calmly got to her feet. She was in full aim to kill him now; all the girl had to do was move fast enough and she could be off of this bloody planet and away. It was so simple.<br/><br/>Sighing, Nyri clasped her hands behind her back and paced, watching the troops and the other Jedi as Zelus attempted to convince them of her innocence or something. The girl began to back away, ducking out of the ring of soldiers and turning away, as he gave a friendly smile. Nyri shuddered. There was no way she could go through with this; he was her target? Why was life so cruel? Biting down on her lip, she stepped into the fog of the marsh, almost disappearing from view. Her hands were trembling and her left arm still hung uselessly.