[center][b]Worror[/b][/center]

Bolts flew past, it was impossible to block them all. He felt the pain resonate through the Force as several of the blasts found their mark, then a nearby presence would fade and truly become one with the Force. Though there was no time to mourn, they would count the dead when they escaped the temple. Then they could mourn the lost, let their wounds heal. For now they must ignore them and press on in order to survive. That was the most important thing right now, their survival.

He let out what could best be considered a laugh at T'ish' comment. "We will both survive this!" With that he took a step back behind the blades of the Kel Dor, he barely knew this Jedi but like with all other Jedi he easily trusted him with his life. He then cast his hand out and pushed his lightsaber out of his hand in the Force. The cylinder of power turned on a dime, like a missile finding its target. Of course he wasn't aiming for anything vital, anyone else in his situation would likely have done so but no matter what they had done Worror wouldn't sacrifice his beliefs even in the face of those who followed evil, to do so would be to let the dark forces win.

Instead the blade sung out diving into the knees of the commandos before the blade was pulled back into his hand. He hit the ignition switch, the blade disappeared into thin air and he patted T'ish on the shoulder as he stood up. "Run." He himself took off at his best speed, that while was impressive for a member of his species (Especially at his age) wasn't all too impressive in the grand scheme of things. Naturally with all their luck a survivor had found his way up the passageway they were heading down! Though on the down side Clones had used it to breach into the tunnels. He brushed past the younglings, he would just have to trust them to T'ish care for the moment. He noticed that the Jedis padawan wasn't here and part of his heart tugged at him.

He knew the pain that would be running through T'ish right now, the bond between Padawan and Master was one of the strongest ones a Jedi would ever experience. For a bond to be broken in such a way was in one word, painful. He raised his voice so that Seris could hear him, after all right now she could see more clearly than any of them. The benefits of being a Mirulaka. "Seris! Maintenance, Supply and Service tunnels litter the temple! Use your sight to find one that passes nearby to this tunnel and use your weapon to cut us a hole." 

He jumped into the breach blade first, a shimmering light. As he blocked the first bolt he raised his other hand and focused on the life of all the Clones in the room. He grabbed hold of it, and froze them. He grunted slightly as sweat began to run down his face, he had never attempted to use his abilities in this many individuals at once... and in all likelyhood he wouldn't be able to hold it for long. "T'ish, please collapse the roof of this room. I can't hold them forever."

The path to freedom was so close, he could sense it.

They would survive this.