Before Alecar had a chance to devise a plan as to how to escape, the boisterous sounds of the LAAT engines signaled the ship's ascent, the roaring sound growing quieter until fading away entirely. This most deafening silence, however, was not to last long as another LAAT landed not long after, a great disturbance in the Force alerting Alecar to its presence. Whatever had arrived was far worse than he was expecting.
He honed in on the disturbance, using his natural Force sensitivity to try and detect who or what could give off such a disruption. He needed not search for long, though, as distant snarls and barks rang off the Temple walls - Vornskr. Alecar only knew them from the time he would spent late at night in the Archives, studying more of naturally Force-sensitive creatures. The Vornskr he had found most peculiar: hounds who inherited Force-sensitivity to help them hunt the reptilian Ysalamir, who in turn developed the ability to create Force Bubbles as defense. Alecar had marveled at such adaptations in youth, but now he could only feel terrible anxiety...even slight fear.
He could not sense any of the Vornskr approaching his and Salhaine's location, at least not yet, but he instead could feel three other presences approaching quickly: Clones. Though not the standard fare, something about them was far different.
"Padawan Lira, please get behind me." Alecar ordered in a stern but not unkind tone, drawing his lightsaber from his belt once again, his finger brushing across the activation button should the need arise.
He reached out to the Force to give him strength, to clear his mind. A feat that naturally would have been second nature to him, like breathing. But with so much pain and death abounding around him, Alecar had a difficult time finding peace and clarity. Nevertheless, he slowed down his heart rate, eased his nerves at least slightly as he could now hear the armored boots of the Clones sprinting down the hallways, directly coming towards them.
Alecar hit the activation button of his saber just in time to directly sense three Clones enter the room. Using the Force, Alecar could get enough of 'vision' to 'see' these were no ordinary Clones. Their armor was shaped differently, and dual vibroblades replaced the rifles standard issue troopers wielded.
Alecar quickly entered a wide opening stance, his saber held firmly in his left hand whilst his right was crossed over his chest. Spacing his feet apart, he held his saber at an upwards and back angle. He inwardly regretted his lack of lightsaber training, but trusted the Force, as well as his study both in Niman and Makashi (the former more exclusively practiced) to defend himself and the Padawan.
In a split-second, all three Clones' blades spun out, sticking straight out from their forearm as they charged simultaneously at Alecar, who just barely managed to bring his saber up to block the first Clone's blades, the clashing sound of blade on blade resounding off the walls.
Alecar was flanked by a second Clone who promptly lunged a single arm out at the Miraluka, who used the Force to leap over both assailants, narrowly avoiding the vibroblade as he did so.
"Defend yourself!" Alecar called out to Salhaine before he was quickly engaged by two of the Clones at once, quickly forced to switch to a Makashi form to block the endless onslaught of attacks, his defenses becoming less organized, more reckless as he focused more on survival than form.
Because of this, he was unaware when one of the Assassin's blades swept across his thigh, causing him to drop his lightsaber reflexively, crying out in pain. Stumbling off-guard, Alecar defensively blasted both Clones aside with the Force before falling onto his knees, pressing both hands against his bleeding leg in an attempt to apply pressure.
One of the Assassins, now ready to finish off the wounded Jedi, pulled a DC-17 hand blaster from a hip holster, firing off a volley of shots at Alecar, who quickly deflected the bolts with the Force, sending them off in random directions. The other Assassin, however, had a different tactic in mind, and attempted to charge once again, blades at the ready.
Now desperate, injured, and overcome with a desire to stay alive, Alecar shot out his hand once more as luminescent blue tendrils of lightning shot from his fingertips, meeting the Assassin head on in a split-second, the Clone not trained to handle such techniques.
The Clone shuddered violently as the lightning coursed through his entire body, outlines of his skeleton flashing up randomly as smoke slowly rose from his armor. Within what felt like hours, the Clone's smouldering body fell to the ground with a clatter, leaving only two Assassins left; one directed towards Salhaine, the other still at Alecar.
Losing consciousness at a quickly approaching rate, Alecar telekinetically summoned his lightsaber to him, the Assassin attempting to work out a strategy against this Jedi who apparently was not against Dark Side techniques. Before the Clone could plan any further, however, Alecar threw his lightsaber, scoring several glowing gashes across the Clone's chest as he, too, fell to the ground dead.
Alecar, overcome by fatigue and pain was just barely holding onto consciousness, feeling his sensitivity to the Force begin to dim as his perception faded. He would be of no help in this current state.