[b]Note: This post is nothing to do with the posting order as Vor'loch has left the Cantina.. My char for the posting order is Embo[/b]

Vor'loch had his whip and lightsaber away and hidden. Though he was still being chased, luckily no-one was shouting Jedi or he would have had even more people after him. He jumped up over several peoples heads and down again in a crouched position facing his assailants. The sooner he finished with these guys the sooner he was able to turn back around and go and help his Padawans. Luckily he had taken about half of the pubs inhabitants with him. Unluckily that only really improved things for the Padawans and not really for him, however even though he couldn't use his Jedi training he still had his Noghri skills available. One of the few beings not on his homeworld after being taken a slave at a young age he had the element of [i]What the hell is that thing?[/i]

As the weapons were trained on them he moved forward, clasping his hand around the barrel of the closest weapon and pushing up, before ducking down and delivering a punch to the gut. When the being doubled over in pain he grabbed his shoulders and pulled the mans stomach down onto his knee. Then swooping his hands down he pulled the mans legs from underneath him in a roll that sent him careering into one of his partners. At this point people had started to watch the goings on with a level of shock and awe. He crouched down then kicked his legs to push him up in the air as weapons were trained on him, arching his back to perform a back flip he landed back down behind one of the men. He grabbed his shoulders and held him still as his body convulsed under weapons fire as he was hit by the fire from his friends weapons. He pushed the body away however by the time the body hit the ground he was already heading in the other direction, dodging between the random street goers. Most of those chasing him were afraid to fire on him in worries that they might incur the wrath of others. Some of them weren't so careful and the street was starting to become merely a battleground as people were shot and their friends were trying to find those who were responsible.

It was complete and utter madness, however despite it some of them still managed to keep on him. He swore under his breath as he pulled into an alleyway. He looked up at the balconies and other miscellaneous items that lined the alleyway. He ran up to a dustbin, twirled slightly before bounding off a lid grabbing onto a balcony and pulling himself up, he began to slow down before the next one so he kicked his legs out against the wall and flew to the adjacent wall of the alleyway and pulled himself up another balcony performing the same trick of shooting himself up, though at this point weapons fire began filling the alley. He kept going, his speed the only thing that kept him barely ahead of the blaster bolts that he could feel clipping at his heels, flips and turns keeping his moves unpredictable. He reached the top and looked down at his assailants, not many were left though he presumed many of them were stuck in the street fight. He grabbed a thermal detonator and dropped it down, he couldn't risk them just going back and troubling his Padawans. 

He looked out across the rooftops, this was turning out to be another one of those days.