One. Two. Perfect. She silently leaps along the buildings to follow her prey, one hand on her saber staff. The girl pauses, watching from the top of a building. The rest of the day passes uneventfully. Once night fall had come, she stalks her target out to the edges of the base, before smoothly dropping down, and unsheathing her soundless blades. With a quick stab forward, she aims to kill the Jedi in front of her, eyes dark. "And now... You join the rest of the Jedi fodder," Nyri murmurs softly.