Climbing the cliff face made Tamare feel strangely nostalgic. The great wall of stone, dirt and roots was not nearly as tall as the rusty metal towers of the undercity, but it was steep and hard, and for a moment he felt that same wonderful, exhilarating exertion he had felt as a child, crawling his way towards Uscru.

The walls of Uscru had not been swarming with enraged animals, and this was another battle Tamare did not feel like fighting. He kept climbing, hands delighting in the feeling of the cliff's rough textures, feet more comfortable than they had been in years with only the tips of his toes keeping him upright. Had he not been in the middle of a battle, he would have taken his time and enjoyed the sudden life that was filling him, but this was a battle, and he was a Jedi, and he had to find Koryan, so he moved fast.

He reached the top as the poor beast plummeted to the earth below and Mandalorians began to shoot at him and his fellow Jedi, and gladly took Valsil's hand while he unholstered his blaster and prepared to shoot. It was not the most accurate of blasters, but it would be enough to provide cover for whatever Jedi had yet to climb all the way up. He kneeled by Valsil and shot down, aiming as best he could while bolts passed him by. Many shots missed their targets, but those that did not fulfilled their purpose, giving the people around him some reprieve.