The dirt in her eyes stung, causing her eyes to tear up and squeeze shut. So he wants to play... De'Ville wiped at her eyes, but was not fast enough to forsee the rocks and debris that the Jedi flung at her. One struck her in the back of the head, sending a flash of pain down her neck.

More and more rocks flew at her, and she drew the Dark Side into her body, feeding off her own pain and anger. The Jedi was on the verge of bending to his own anger, and she drew power from him as well. De'Ville no longer felt the rocks, although they bruised her body, and she raised her arms out to the side, and then clapped her hands together over her head.

The Jedi stepped back as a rush of wind whooshed around him, circling around the Sith. The wind transformed into a localized and relatively small funnel, picking up the rocks that had been used against De'Ville. She clasped her hands together and lowered them in front of her, pointing at Kaine.

The funnel of wind, rocks and debris started towards the Jedi, small rocks already hitting his body. De'Ville laughed as she opened her eyes.