Under the high concentration of fog, No. 32 started losing control again.
At the critical moment, Ahsoka extended a hand and shoved the dragon slugs around No. 32 away with the Force, buying him a brief buffer of space—but it wasn't enough to truly save him.
No. 32 was on the verge of passing out. If they dragged this out, the slugs—already watching like hungry predators—would pounce and feed on him in an instant.
Amir forced his focus back onto the massive dragon slug in front of him. At first, he'd only planned to carve a path and get everyone out. But the moment he'd seen the Massassi crystal embedded in the slug's tail, he changed his mind.
They were already here. The crystals were finally enough. If he left without seeing what this place had sealed away, he'd never sleep right again.
But if he went all-out, the three behind him wouldn't be able to hold. Right now, they were almost entirely relying on Ahsoka to keep the line. Without the overhead light punishing the slugs, they would've been scattered already.
Ahsoka hauled No. 32 and Millisyn along, edging toward Amir's side through the corridor Amir had cleared.
Amir felt his own connection to the Force. All this time, he'd kept his Force use at a controlled, appropriate intensity. Even after his strength increased a great deal, he mostly used it to support his lightsaber technique—or to slightly enhance the power of simple abilities.
But now he knew he could do more.
The dragon slugs kept pressing in, lunging at Ahsoka. With one hand carrying a several-hundred-pound metal brick, Ahsoka was at her limit. Without the Force reinforcing her, she would've been buried in the slug swarm alongside No. 32 a long time ago.
"Amir!" Ahsoka called. She could already feel herself failing.
Then a dragon slug suddenly dove for Millisyn. Ahsoka hurriedly released No. 32 and tried to block with her off-hand lightsaber. But she didn't get a solid grip in time. She cut the slug in half—yet one of the severed chunks slammed into her wrist, and the lightsaber flew from her hand, clattering onto the floor.
Millisyn's expression turned fierce—cute, but feral. She bared her small fangs and fired wildly. Red blaster bolts knocked back a number of charging slugs. Somehow, she had real talent with a blaster.
The blaster pistol started to overload. Millisyn simply hurled it into the face of a slug that got too close, then ducked down, snatched up Ahsoka's dropped off-hand lightsaber, and activated it.
A white blade snapped to life.
Bathed in that light, Millisyn's face split into an excited grin.
"Heehee..."
Right then, a dragon slug slipped past Ahsoka's front line and rushed in from the side. Millisyn adopted the opening stance of Form I she'd seen before—raised her arms, then chopped diagonally from right to left.
The slug—two or three times her size—was cleaved cleanly in half.
Seeing that, Ahsoka didn't stop her. Ahsoka was still hauling No. 32, leaving her with only one hand to fight. Letting Millisyn use the off-hand saber was the best option.
The fierce little Twi'lek girl actually held back part of the pressure.
But in a single lapse of attention, three more dragon slugs appeared—hanging from the ceiling. Then they dropped straight down toward Ahsoka.
With no warning, Ahsoka snapped her right hand up—the one holding her remaining lightsaber—and shoved upward. The Force surged into a powerful repulsive field, freezing the three slugs in midair.
"Ahsoka!" Millisyn saw the ambush and immediately jumped in front of Ahsoka, raising her lightsaber and baring her teeth, trying to scare off the slugs in front of them.
The moment Ahsoka lifted her hand to deal with the slugs above, every dragon slug around them went berserk and rushed the trio at once.
Even with her bravery, Millisyn felt helpless facing that wave. She squeezed her eyes shut, panic rising, and swung her lightsaber wildly—like frantic scribbles carved through the air.
The impact she expected never came.
Millisyn's brow loosened. She cracked her eyes open and saw it:
Every dragon slug around them had floated up—wriggling in the air in terrified confusion.
"Amir..." Millisyn turned her head toward him.
The robed boy had both hands raised, as if he were holding up an invisible, crushing weight.
Ahsoka turned back too, shocked. She'd even forgotten the three slugs hovering above her head—yet they didn't fall. They remained suspended, just like before.
Amir felt strain.
It was like on the cruiser, when he had expanded his perception to cover the entire ship—he'd felt tired then too.
Moving living creatures with the Force was far more demanding than moving rocks. Life had weight—and here it wasn't just a figure of speech.
Creatures carrying living Force energy would instinctively resist being controlled, even unwillingly. Inanimate objects didn't produce that kind of interference.
Amir was confident he could lift a hundred droids with ease, but handling dozens of dragon slugs at once was taxing.
Still—only taxing.
"Let's do a flesh-cannon impact," Amir said, eyeing the massive dragon slug. He tipped his palms forward slightly, and every smaller slug suspended throughout the room began to fly toward their "boss."
Under Amir's control, masses weighing over a hundred pounds each became living cannonballs, smashing again and again into the giant slug in a series of brutal collisions.
Thud—thud—THUD!!!
Heavy impacts echoed through the sealed chamber. Millisyn made a pained face and covered her eyes with her hands—yet she still peeked through her fingers. Those little fangs showed again, betraying her excitement.
Ahsoka set No. 32 down securely, stepped forward, and moved to Amir's side—ready to strike.
At last, as if a bombardment had ended, the slugs piled up, curled and tangled on one side of the room. Dazed from the impacts, they writhed on the ground, completely disoriented.
The worst off was their leader. It had been hammered dozens of times by the heavy flesh-balls and crushed beneath the heap. Even with its incredible elasticity, pain now flooded its entire body.
It heaved and shoved, trying to push the smaller slugs off its head, finally forcing its bloated head out—about to seek revenge—
When a lightsaber traced a beautiful arc.
It was the last thing its blurred vision ever saw.
Amir used the Force to yank the headless giant slug out and let out a long breath.
The other dragon slugs seemed to snap out of their frenzied state. As if struck by sudden terror, they forgot their pain and fled—scrambling in panic through every exit, pouring out of the room.
Ahsoka also let out a long breath. Millisyn walked over and chopped the still-twitching massive body twice, hard.
"Stupid bug. Bad bug! Heehee!"
"It's already dead," Amir said, rubbing Millisyn's head.
"Okay... but I killed a big bug just now. Pretty awesome, right?!" Millisyn boasted, waving the lightsaber in her hand.
"Amazing," Amir said sincerely. He hadn't seen that moment himself, but he meant it—Millisyn really had helped a lot.
"Heehee."
"Thank you, Millisyn. We really needed you back there," Ahsoka said, smiling as she crouched in front of Millisyn to praise her properly.
"It's nothing, it's nothing," Millisyn said, suddenly a little embarrassed.
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