Wynn's heart dropped as he received Trayla's message, Worror's padawan. [i]Run.[/i] Wynn could see the pain on the Ithorian's face, followed by a squeeze of Wynn's shoulder. How he could remain so calm and wise was beyond Wynn, but it also showed Wynn had much to learn in the ways of the Jedi. He recited the first line of the Jedi code in his head, [i]There is no Passion, Only Peace[/i]. The young Catuman took in a deep, painful breath, his blaster wound searing. At least the bleeding has stopped.  "Master T'ish, could you please lead the way. Wynn old friend, take the middle to ensure our young friends are safe." Wynn nodded wordlessly, motioning to the Padawans and Initiates to join him. As they approached, Wynn dropped to one knee and spoke quietly to them. "If the clones approach, You" he points the the Twi'lek "And I will take the front, you younglings stay behind us, Master Worror will protect you from behind. Understood?" They all nod solemnly. He turned to Seris, momentarily glancing at her training saber. "That saber will deflect a limited number of blaster bolts before it breaks down, we'll try to take the brunt of the fire. But if it comes down to it, don't let any pass you." Wynn grunts as he gets to his feet, his wound spiking with pain. He unclips his lightsaber, his thumb on the ignition, ready for the trials ahead.