ooc: Con't from <a href=http://pub2.ezboard.com/fswvstitanicstarwarsroleplayingarchive.showMessage ?topicID=3369.topic>Playing Chicken (Cline)</a> /ic:

As she fell through the air the wind threatened to whisk her body away, slamming it into buildings and then to the ground, far below. But it didn't. An unseen Force kept her steady, slowing her descent as she neared a ledge that jutted out from a window.

De'Ville grabbed the ledge, straining as the wind tugged at her. The window was transparisteel, and she hefted her body onto the ledge, dangling her feet off. She was crying, the tears staining her alabaster cheeks. There were two lightsabers attached to her belt: her own, and the one she had taken from Cline. She stood, steadying herself with the Force, and cut open the window with her jaded purple blade.