While he was unsure of what Vader was doing, Tech trusted that the Sith had a plan, and that Tech needed to make sure that Silhara wasn't getting to the dragon to assist.
The mage had dragged herself to her feet, bloodied and bruised, and she gave a baleful look in Vader's direction before turning it towards the clone trooper. Tech braced himself, but he could guess what was going through her mind; take out the soldier, then deal with the real danger. She must have been working on another incantation as she got up, because the moment she lunged, fire wreathed around her, catching Tech by surprise. He pushed himself back as he leveled both guns and peppered her with blasterfire, but he couldn't tell if they were getting through or being somehow disrupted by the intense flames- or perhaps Silhara herself just no longer cared. She knew he only had one trick. Well, maybe two. He'd noticed the communicator at her belt as she was getting up.
Things were getting too hot as the mage continued to press the offensive, swiping at him as he tried to keep her away from the dragon and away from himself. Suddenly she lashed out to grab his arm, and he winced at her burning touch as it superheated the metal of his bracer. At this proximity he knew the rest of him would burn soon enough, but he forced his focus to the mage's communication device. No, there wasn't time for any finesse or coaxing- he channeled the unfamiliar panic and desperation, and maybe just a touch of anger into his link forged through his Heba ability, envisioning an overload.
The sudden explosion while small was still enough to fling Silhara sharply to the side. She hardly expected to have her comm become a mine, and surprise and the fresh wave of pain effectively snuffed out her flames as she crashed into the ground. Tech went falling back as well, wasting no time in fumbling with the hot bracer to detach from his forearm and what was left of his sleeve beneath it.
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The mage had dragged herself to her feet, bloodied and bruised, and she gave a baleful look in Vader's direction before turning it towards the clone trooper. Tech braced himself, but he could guess what was going through her mind; take out the soldier, then deal with the real danger. She must have been working on another incantation as she got up, because the moment she lunged, fire wreathed around her, catching Tech by surprise. He pushed himself back as he leveled both guns and peppered her with blasterfire, but he couldn't tell if they were getting through or being somehow disrupted by the intense flames- or perhaps Silhara herself just no longer cared. She knew he only had one trick. Well, maybe two. He'd noticed the communicator at her belt as she was getting up.
Things were getting too hot as the mage continued to press the offensive, swiping at him as he tried to keep her away from the dragon and away from himself. Suddenly she lashed out to grab his arm, and he winced at her burning touch as it superheated the metal of his bracer. At this proximity he knew the rest of him would burn soon enough, but he forced his focus to the mage's communication device. No, there wasn't time for any finesse or coaxing- he channeled the unfamiliar panic and desperation, and maybe just a touch of anger into his link forged through his Heba ability, envisioning an overload.
The sudden explosion while small was still enough to fling Silhara sharply to the side. She hardly expected to have her comm become a mine, and surprise and the fresh wave of pain effectively snuffed out her flames as she crashed into the ground. Tech went falling back as well, wasting no time in fumbling with the hot bracer to detach from his forearm and what was left of his sleeve beneath it.