Nyri slowly stirred, early the next morning. She groaned then stumbled to her feet, shrouding herself again. Noting the Jedi there, she scrambled back then sighed. Okay. Another stalker. More than enough reason to kill him right. She quietly adjusted her robes and washed her face, sizing up the man sitting there. Her right hand strayed towards her saber. Seconds later, she dove forward with both blades unsheathed. The girl aimed to put both dark red blades into his chest, her stance rushing into a fast offensive amid the dark brown grass. If he died, then she could go home and that would be that.