Raven wiped the blood off her sword before sheathing it again, allowing herself to catch a breather as she determined that none of these troopers were getting back up again, soon or any time ever. In a fight, she was a cold-blooded killer through and through, and the menacing shape of the t-visor didn't exactly instill much humanity or kind emotions to onlookers.
In the fight, her cloak had opened up enough to show the new paint-job on her armor; the original silver-chrome was still there, but the right side had been painted with a pattern of black feathers tinted with a deep blue, similar to a raven's plumage. On her left shoulder was her clan symbol, and on her left arm was the Mandalorian symbol, the mythosaur-skull.
"Stim yourselves up if you need and catch your breath. We're going further in," as the default leader, given her rank with the Mandalorians and the only one of them allowed to wear the beskar'gam, Raven took control of the situation to keep the tempo going. "Good work. And there's more glory yet to be had."
Looking at the three separate paths ahead, she gave them all a careful look. One of the troopers had alerted his friends further ahead, after all...
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D8 EN. Dha Verda Werda. End of fight, Disciple to recover Strain:
3eA 1 success, 2 advantage


Wound Treshold: 0/18
Strain Treshold: 5/12
Soak 6
Melee Defense 1
Ranged Defense 1