He watched the fate of her arm with mild curiosity, making note of how long it took for her to manifest another limb. There you are, he thought, catching sight of the rubbery core of the creature. Did his saber hurt her? He hoped so. Lightsabers could cut through anything, of course.
Next time he'd have to throw her arm off the roof and see how long it took her to reabsorb it then.
The massive fist caught air, as Exar flung himself aside. He held his ground after that and pressed on furiously, savagely hacking away at the distorted shape.
“You should have left while you had the chance!” He reached out in the Force and attempted to push away what remained of the massive fist, while he guarded himself against the onslaught of tendril-like fingers. His saber was a blur, weaving with a flurry of slashes, both defensive and offensive. Kun refused to retreat, but concentrating on two fronts at once was even a handful for one of his talents. With every blow of his saber his desire to see the creature destroyed increased, and he wished he had a second saber with him, something to expand his own reach and finish the fight. Still, he was confident, even overconfident.