Scout's breath hisses between her teeth. She thinks of herself as jaded these days, and it's not that she isn't, but this is pretty bad all the same.
She approaches and kneels, examining what she can in the low light. Carelessness with a lightsaber costs dearly, so while what she really wants is to just make a couple of clean cuts she takes a few breaths to evaluate. "Sure it can," she says absently as she studies the lay of the chains and the muzzle.
Then her blade moves - flick, flick, the tenor of its hum intensifying, and the spike and cuffs holding the chains fall, glowing orange from their contact with it. There's probably minor singeing where the heated metal was too close to flesh, but at this point does that even register?
"Lambert, drag those chains off her back," she orders, trying to remove the muzzle delicately, without catching it on Zecora's teeth. It feels unpleasantly cool against her hands, but her changes are relatively minor.
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She approaches and kneels, examining what she can in the low light. Carelessness with a lightsaber costs dearly, so while what she really wants is to just make a couple of clean cuts she takes a few breaths to evaluate. "Sure it can," she says absently as she studies the lay of the chains and the muzzle.
Then her blade moves - flick, flick, the tenor of its hum intensifying, and the spike and cuffs holding the chains fall, glowing orange from their contact with it. There's probably minor singeing where the heated metal was too close to flesh, but at this point does that even register?
"Lambert, drag those chains off her back," she orders, trying to remove the muzzle delicately, without catching it on Zecora's teeth. It feels unpleasantly cool against her hands, but her changes are relatively minor.