The debris swirls around her, and she is forced to switch her attention to it. With gritted teeth, she summons her strength. She doesn't bother trying to stop the projectiles, that is a fool's errand. But she redirects their energy, swirling them around her, turning them and accelerating them.

Finally, when a dense enough cloud is turned around her, she pushes them outwards like a whirlwind of shrapnel. She steps from it with deep purpose then stops, reaching down. One piece of wood is pulled from her side with an annoyed grunt, before she applies a healing touch - a light side power - to the wound. It wouldn't do to come back bleeding, after all.