Mara precision against goo

The goo grabbed at Mara, but despair surely did not. She kept her head and her cool, and moved her lightsaber through a wild blur of motion, slashing, cutting, the tip even brushing against her pants leg as she sliced the gel from her body. On and on she went, seemingly wild but actually precise-so much so that she soon had the goo chopped up into little pieces and she still kept the presence of mind to arch her blade back out in front to intercept yet another thud bug zooming for her.