The problem with fighting a new opponent was that you were learning what they could do in real-time. A wave of fire spread quite differently than a fireball, and the options Tech ran through did not leave much room for a clean evasion. He at least knew not to stay in one place, and then suddenly he found himself flying, covering far more ground than he would have on foot.

The sensation was unsettling, but he twisted to at least try hitting the dirt with his feet first. It wasn't at all a clean landing, and he could still feel the wash of the heat as the flames blew past him, but it was certainly better than what could have been. The clone trooper tumbled once before skidding to a halt halfway on his feet. Silhara had redirected her attention to Vader by then, angry for his interference, pointing at the Sith Lord in direction of her familiar.