T/W: Foul Language
Penn didn't react fast enough as his body flew backward. Air escaped his lungs from surprise at being whipped away from his only lifeline. Confusion set in as his body soared through the air, watching as Nathan's form got further and further away from him, smirk still plastered to that smug, puppy-lie face.
The soldier had no weapons equipped. No climbing gear on his person. No Force skills obtained to be of use. He was nothing more than dead weight to be tossed aside when he was no longer useful.
SLAM.
Penn's body collided with the mountainscape, causing him to hiss at the pure force he had landed against it with. It was only after a moment that he had to catch his breath that he realized he wasn't falling to his death.