Nissa - Vine Grapples

His arm was yanked to a halt, wouldn't move.

He glanced to it—wrapped in a flaming vine?—and that was all the mistake she needed. The fire held in her hand burst open, flaming petals licking across his armor, searing through his faceplate.

***

A trio of vines leapt up from the neighboring streets, raining debris. They snapped around the lead transport's cabin, pinning one of the fluttering wings. It slewed off balance, engine roaring, and slammed into the side of a building.

He blinked away from the fireball. The building collapsed, pulsing out a wave of pale dust that rattled across his armor.

***

BURN