[ His intention was to hold Slick airborne until he tired himself out enough that they could move past it at least temporarily. There's no way he could have anticipated fire. He was feeling confident. Cocky, even. His head tipped toward the ceiling, he watched, not thinking much of the action until flames shoot toward his face.
With a startled yelp, he relinquishes his hold on the suspended trooper, moving quickly away. He pats frantically over himself to extinguish the part of his robe that caught fire, and the side of his face and neck throbs in agony. He doesn't dare touch, but he knows there's going to be an angry burn there.
He can't rationalize how he did it, but he'd created fire out of basically nothing. Anakin stays speechless, staring at Slick from a respectable distance away in disbelief. ]
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With a startled yelp, he relinquishes his hold on the suspended trooper, moving quickly away. He pats frantically over himself to extinguish the part of his robe that caught fire, and the side of his face and neck throbs in agony. He doesn't dare touch, but he knows there's going to be an angry burn there.
He can't rationalize how he did it, but he'd created fire out of basically nothing. Anakin stays speechless, staring at Slick from a respectable distance away in disbelief. ]