Alema grinned at the coldness. Oh he was close, he was very very close. She just needed to push him, even as he began to choke her pushing her back even further, her laugh was strangled and insane as forced her mind to slow her breathing using things Lomi Plo had taught her, this is where her skills learned and used as Night Herald would come in handy.
"Not coming any closer to us Jacen. We know how you relish the kill, or are you worried you will relish it too much. Maybe the Scarheads were right about you. Maybe you were only ever a coward"
Alema fought against his Force Grip and moved closer to him, ready to push him back and run, if she didn't do it soon she would not be able to. But ready also to try all the tricks she knew to bring back the Sith If she needed to run, she would run.
But not yet. Not just yet.
"What we mean is...look at you...keeping your strength and your power caged because of her. You're better than her Jacen...stronger...we want to see that. Lord Caedus..."
She finally reached him, the lightning they both employed in one hand, keeping them a little ways apart but connected all the same. Alema was shameless, she knew she was, she was attractive, she knew that too. She let thin Twi'lek fingers run along his chest before closing them in a physical choke at his neck, even as the battle was kept ongoing with his Force Choke and lightning. She was tired, her breathing laboured at best. But she was still irritatingly calm.