As the rest of the Temple Guard force arrived and the LAATs were being prepped for takeoff, Erin left the sandy-haired Padawan and ran back over to the cargo crates she'd left the Dathomirian girl behind for cover. She deactivated one of the lightsabers and clipped it to her belt as she approached, and as she brought her eyes back up from her robes, she was met with the butt of a DC-15A blaster rifle and knocked to the floor. The lightsaber in her hand was sent flying... The same clone casually rested his rifle against his shoulder and took aim at Erin's head to make sure his next round was a sure kill.

Her heart throbbed once, heavily, and within the next second had force pulled the clone to the ground beside her, sending the rifle elsewhere in the cargo bay. She went to take out her second lightsaber, grabbed it, ignited it, but couldn't finish the clone! The clone held her lightsaber arm back as much as she tried to overpower him, both of them visibly and audibly struggling to hold their own. As the clone balled his free hand into a fist, Erin pulled her stray lightsaber into her free hand and swiftly cut off the armored man's arm. With the odds back on her side, she then drove the lightsaber into the clone's helmet, then pushed his lifeless corpse aside.

"Agh, my head..." The young Padawan winced, feeling her forehead where there was a red print from the rifle butt. "That's twice now! Why do they keep going for the head?" Erin murmured as she, once again, holstered one of her lightsabers. She'd use one to deflect any opportunistic clones' blasters, and would help her newest friend walk with her other arm. Turning the corner behind the crates, she crouched beside the Dathomirian Padawan and put one arm around her shoulders. "We're finally getting outta here," She said calmly, "Let's move as fast as we can, alright? To the LAATs."