Tamare hummed and shrugged at Joard's question, lightsaber still in his hand, ready for the sudden appearance of new foes. He tried not to stare too much at the corpse of the creature his fellow Padawan had slain. The first glance had made him sick to his stomach and filled him with a sort of guilt. It was not fair that the non-sentient creatures of this planet fell victims to the madness of war.

He lit his saber and nodded when Joard proposed searching for the lost Padawan. At this point, Tamare felt that following the Knight was the only thing he could do, at least if he wanted to live through this battle and achieve something.

Then, he nodded towards the other Padawan, the one with pale hair, and offered a flimsy smile, forced but necessary. He did not trust any of those present to hear him speak, so gestures would have to do. So far, his companions all seemed capable and committed to this battle, which was a good sign that he was in good company, at least so long as they did not too much ask of him.

Tamare's ankles still hurt, but in his heart he felt the need to move, to crawl his way through the mud, the ponds, the rocks and the vegetation, to jump from one branch to the next.

[i]It is just like the undercity.[/i]

The thought escaped from him before he could restrain it, and it brought him goosebumps.

[i]And just like in the undercity, death lurks around every corner.[/i]