The fear that covered the minds of the group of soldiers was a quenching flood of water over the mind of Silas. He turned from the fallen Jedi and set his masked gaze on the men. They had stopped shooting out of fear of hitting their comrades. Now their blasters were still due to terror at the three of them. The Sith moved like a predator, unseen even though he stalked through the center of the room. A few of the men turned and fled from the two they could see and the feeling of impending doom that swept toward them. 

The large Sith in his odd robe like uniform seemed to appear from thin air before the fleeing men, his grin hidden behind the durasteel visor. The sounds of screams and sizzling flesh pierced the ears of the remaining men. They spun in time to see four men fall. The fifth did not fall though. He was missing both of his arms and seemed to be suspended in mid air. They turned and fired. their shots were almost random and shaky with terror. The suspended soldier screamed as his body was yanked form side to side and used like a shield as the Sith closed the distance to the group of soldiers. By the time he was sent flying from his suspended state, he was long dead. His corpse when rocketing into another soldier and sent him to the hard floor with a crack. The orange blade of the lightsaber suddenly doubled in length. It was sent whiling like a saw forward. Silas reached out with his mind and found the discarded sabers of the fallen Jedi. he pulled on all of them as well. Each one springing to life and whiling into the cluster of men.

In a blurred hurricane of colorful hot plasma, men died. The Jedi's sabers flew off to the sides out of control as the orange saber deactivated in mid air and returned to the large waiting hand of Silas. Men groaned in pain on the ground. limbs and pieces of people littered the ground. Silas took a deep breath, his intake hissing from the sharp inhalation. Other than the labored breathing of dying men, the room was still and silent. The silence of a funeral, a mass grave. His visor scanned the bodies and quickly identified the living men and the dead ones. It highlighted the dying men and marked them. He ignored it, it was not relevant that they lived. They would not be alive long and their injuries were far too extensive. Silas turned his attention to his comrades. "I timed that whole exchange at twenty six seconds. Do you think that is some kind of record for killing three Jedi and a team of soldiers?"