Tyrell swept in a low kick, the clone went down as his legs were knocked from under him. Diving his blade down into the clones chest the clone stopped stirring. Trusting the other jedi to keep watch he dove to the clones utility belt, unclipping it and putting it on himself. After which he took out a bacta patch and shoved it over his wound. Throwing an unused one towards his companion. After which he turned down the hall as he saw too other Jedi facing off against clones that had apparently either been rearguard or re-enforcements for the four assassins that he and the other Jedi had just killed. Deactivating his lightsaber and taking off at a run he shoved his shoulder into a clone in a firing position, knocking him over and his shot went wide. Ducking under the retaliatory blow he grabbed the clone by the waist and lifted using all his strength, with help from the Force and flew the clone over his shoulder and head first into the ground. At this point he was relying on the other Jedi to keep himself safe, it could be considered arrogant however for so long working as part of such a well maintained group it was hard practice to change to a solo act.

Kicking the legs out of a remaining clone and kneeing the clones head as he went down he turned to the two Jedi who had rushed to their aid. Both Padawans however there was a significant difference in both confidence radiating in the force and stature between the two. Despite the fact that the blue skinned one was obviously older he held himself better with more pride in the situation. The younger boy, he was uncertain off however he was sworn to protect Jedi and these two were Jedi.

"Thankyou for your aide Padawans, however we should not linger. There is a secret passageway near the hanger. Let us hope we can intercept anyone heading to the hanger or returning from after hitting the inevitable trap. Introductions will have to wait till later however do either of you have combat experience?"