Yerbol knew something went horribly wrong when the Tuk'ata came back from them, that sinking feeling in his stomach growing exponentially when he saw Roan's body collapse to the ground, Bracknell sneering triumphantly over his latest victim. Before the Knight could withdraw his saber to take vengeance for his best friend's fallen father, something tugged at his mind, hard. Again it tugged, even more forceful, his body filling with energy. It shot through his veins, coursing through every muscle fiber, every ligament. His senses were overwhelmed with the breathing patterns of those in the room, the horror of Aria's discovery, the pain and fear that the Tuk'ata emanated, his own anxiety at facing Bracknell...all of it came so quickly that he took a few steps back, his eyes closing momentarily. A voice echoed in his mind, exhorting him:

[i]Fight[/i]

Renso? Here? 

[i]Fight[/i]

His eyes opened, strength gathering in his lower limbs as he shot forward, saber activating mid-dash. Bracknell attempted to throw a barrier between he and the broad-shouldered knight, but acted an instance too soon, forcing the Sith Lord to take a hard blow in the chest with Yerbol's shoulder. As Bracknell reeled backwards, Yerbol threw his saber out in front of him in an arc, the weapon clipping Bracknell's dodging form in the left leg before returning to the Knight's hand. Gripping the weapon tightly in both hands, Yerbol thundered: 
"YOU WILL PAY FOR ALL THAT YOU'VE DONE!" The corridor walls trembled at the roar of judgment he pronounced, shifting his weight onto his front leg in a defensive posture and motioning for Aria to join him, knowing full well through this new found energy that she had felt the voice, got the same infusion of power from Renso(he assumed) that he did. Their bond would make them an unstoppable force, one that Bracknell would regret ever tampering with. When Aria sidled next to him, nothing needed to be said; rather, Yerbol knew all too well that she would compliment his first move, which would be to throw up a barrier around the front of his body before he leaped forward, slashing downward. They had executed this combination before, he leaping upward while she flanked from either side. Normally it would've taken out an enemy in a single, graceful motion, but Bracknell managed to pierce through the barrier with a powerful gust of energy, staggering Yerbol backwards in time for Bracknell to counter whatever Aria managed to throw his way. Moving back towards Bracknell, Yerbol slashed at the Lord's legs, which was countered with a block, then another when the Knight tried to go for his mid-section. Another gust of energy was blocked somewhat by Yerbol, but he was still blown back a couple of feet. Undeterred, he went at the Lord once more. 

Bracknell wouldn't leave here alive. No matter what the cost. 

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She was getting weaker by the second. 

They had been fighting for what felt like years, neither gaining the upperhand. Forces on both sides managed to exchange some light fire, but the battle that raged between Voldon and Jean was so chaotic, so fraught with energy that there were moments where neither contingent could fire a shot without risking the death of a critical member of Bracknell's order. Reinforcements from the Alliance were getting routed around the base by stealthily placed turrets and mines, but their numbers weren't reduced by too large of a margin, many of their forces trudging their way to the base; however, their aim was getting sloppier, their strategies muddling. It was as if they were losing the will to fight. 

Voldon, unaware of this fortunate development, managed to block yet another overhead strike before he pushed her off with a kick to the gut followed by a ram to her chest with his shoulder. This finally knocked her to the ground, where Voldon would stand over her, saber at her throat, breath coming in ragged gasps. 
"Just finish it." Soto spat, blood and spittle landing on his leg. Voldon raised the hilt of his saber to comply, but then stopped, looking back at where Kira had been just a few moments before. 
"Unlike you, I have standards to uphold." Voldon delivered a solid haymaker, knocking the woman unconscious. He spied Alliance troops hesitantly moving forward, some choosing to stay in their positions of cover.
"SURRENDER, ALL OF YOU! NO MORE DEATH NEEDS TO OCCUR THIS DAY!"