When the tentacle shot out and grasped the vehicle, Liriael yelped in shock. "What is the seven hells-" she cursed, grabbing the handle of she speeder to hang on as it creaked in protest, metal shrieking under the fleshly grasp. A damned tentacle! There was no way this was a Gakkt. Something was terribly, terribly off, but she didn't have time to examine that now. Blood was pouring from the wound in her shoulder, and sliding down her ruined calf to pool in her boot. She needed to get away from...whatever this was, and back to Theed, and help.
Her blaster was gone, lost somewhere in the trampled grass. Desperately, Liriael reached for the Force again, trying to shy away from the darkness that cried out to be used. She could do this, she could do it without giving in. Gritting her teeth, she brought all of her weakening concentration around to focus on the creature. It was almost easier, she realized, because of the monster's absence in the Force; she could feel the edge of it, feel it by where it was outlined by life and everything around it. With a cry, she sent all the gathered power at it, hurling it again away, sending the creature skidding back. It wasn't nearly as far as she'd thrown it the first time, but she revved the speeder with her trembling right hand, the engines screaming at full power.