Kestrel races at the nearest armored figure, lightsaber cutting a hissing arc through the air as she tries to thin the crowd before they can coordinate and become dangerous.
Both lightsabers flash towards their flatfooted targets, but they aren't flatfooted enough to let the blades actually sink into their flesh. Both of them are able to barely twist out of the way of the attacks. (Both take VP damage)
Anariel presses her opponent, hoping to take him out of the fight before his companions can join the melee. She ducks and weaves to throw him off-balance, and then thrust's her lightsaber forward.