The violet-colored blade hummed and sizzled as Jaina attacked with a flurry of moves that were a near blur to the innocent victims below. Her expression was a fiercely determined one, although there was no hatred to be found on either her face or in her heart. She was angry - justifiably so at the assault on innocents - but she could not, would not, hate this woman.
As the tables went flying, Jaina quickly switched her lightsaber to her artificial hand and used her flesh one to stop them before they could cause any real harm. A flick of her wrist and they smashed into the walls, above the entrances to the various shops, shattering into pieces.
"That's a low move, even for you, Alema," she commented idly as she continued her attack against her foe. She refused to get put on the defensive but instead relied on her small stature, quickness within the Force, and the ability to remain calm no matter what the situation to keep pressing the offensive. As long as Alema Rar was defending herself, Jaina reasoned, she wasn't going to be able to harm anyone else without risking being struck down in the process.