Catch her off-guard and attack her

As she falters against the **** of your attack, you draw your left hand away from your saber's hilt with a deliberateness she seems to recognize as her eyes widen...

And her throat closes.

Watching Serra clutch at the nothing constricting her throat, turning quickly from defiance to helplessness, is surprisingly invigorating. You watch with rising interest has her pupils dilate in panic, as blood vessels swell with the pressure, and as if on cue, the sound of blaster fire thunders elsewhere in the Temple, the cries of younglings silenced by their shrieks. Your pleasure in this moment is a perversion most unexpected, and most gratifying.

A sad hatred washes over Serra's face, becoming a certain desperation before her eyes begin to roll back and her body goes limp. All the strength of the willful Serra Keto, dangling like a fragile doll in your invisible grasp. In the ****, her consciousness begins to recede, and the sensation of her racing heart beating strenuously against your grip is most... enticing.