Don't Call It A Gift

Being on her back with someone over her was not, it should have been said, an entirely new position for Noriko, but rolling around in the dirt with a Tusken trying to avoid being pummeled with a gaderffii stick was. Sure, she knew they were mean little shits--she had signed up to recover goods they'd stolen lately, and Nori wasn't stupid--but she'd hardly expected to have one of them get the drop on her.

Thankfully the stick was caught in two pairs of hands each pulling it in opposing directions: Noriko was trying to get it away from the Tusken, who was trying to keep hitting her with it. She gave him a hard shove with one heavy-booted foot, turning her head as a loud snap of electric-like current came from her hands. She really didn't want to advertise the abilities she had, but she also really didn't want to be bludgeoned to death in the middle of nowhere in a desert.