It counted. Mara moves her avatar to the left, dodging quickly. The only thing that comes to her mind in defense, after all the pain and loss and confusion, is lightening.

It's not real Force Lightening. Mara doesn't use the Force to access it. She never has, never wants to. But in the ring, it doesn't matter, right? Bolts of energy careen from her avatar's hands, striking at Ilde's double.

Mara doesn't know what effect it will have in the ring. All she has now is vicious instinct.