Sora grinned her expression feral glee as she saw a pattern in her foe's attack style that came from sharing the same body across their ranks. 

"The battlefield is a scene of constant chaos. The winner will be the one who controls that chaos, eboth her own and the enemies." She recalled her War mother's words and seized control of the flow of combat around herself as only she could.

Her Carbine pulsed with deadly accuracy the puppets only salvation luck kept them from falling victim of her training as they fell in groups wherever her gaze choose them.

She moved randomly her strides staggering from fore to aft an side to side making her an unpredictable target. In her mind she sang a battle song that came up from a time long forgotten when her people fought as a race and the galaxy trembled at the mention of their name.

Soon she was in close quarters with the children of Jingo her Carbine slung by it's strap her Beskad clutched gently in her left hand her right held her Blaster Pistol as it took any foolish enough to challenge her. 

Sora didn't know who her targets for rescue were but she thanked them for their existence for if they were not prisoners she would presently languish a prisoner of training and not be the instrument of war she was now.