Yerbol's heart sunk as he heard cries from the hallway, the Force rippling in sync with the chaos. He drew his saber to his right hand before rushing out to the hallway and was greeted by the body of a young apprentice, a neatly cauterized hole in the center of her gut. Up ahead were apprentices and Knights engaged in fighting off what appeared to be fellow members of the Order, but the latter's fighting style was FAR different from the normally conservative approach that was the Jedi hallmark. Their blows were controlled, yes, but aggressive, lightning fast. Parries were made with flourishes and pomp rather than with footwork. Those were the True Sith.

And they were winning. 

Shouts of final agony rang through the hallway as two of the formerly sentient Jedi fell to the ground with fatal wounds, their attackers catching sight of Aria and Yerbol, prompting them to set out in a dead sprint. Igniting his saber, Yerbol dodged to his right as one of the True Sith thrust his saber forward, the Knight then slashing diagonally towards the shoulder. The blow was parried and a blur of light nearly connected with Yerbol's neck save for his ducking in the nick of time, allowing Yerbol to deliver a strong blow to the stomach with the blunt end of his hilt. Staggered backwards, he took the opportunity to run the Sith through with his saber, his eyes making contact with the ebbing body of the Sith. Upon close examination, Yerbol realized that he had seen this man before. He had been one of the newer Force sensitives brought in by...well, Soto. The other Sith was the same way, Yerbol throwing aside his own assailant before examining the body of the other that Aria had dispatched. 
"Both of them came in with Soto a few years ago along with others that gradually came in. The Order hadn't seen that much growth in a long time from what I understand." His jaw clenched. 
"They were here the whole bloody time and we didn't see, the Council didn't see...some protectors they are." Yerbol could feel rage attempting to seethe through his being, making him feel nothing but spite for the Council, for the entire Order. Maybe the True Sith were right in their purge of the galaxy, maybe...

Maybe they didn't have time for a pity party in the middle of anarchy.  

He moved forward, planting his back against the edge of a wall and peered down the main corridor that connected the entire dormitory. At the end of the hall were more bodies along with the sounds of battle floating towards them. The Council chambers weren't visible from this angle, but one could assume that most of more intense fighting would be happening there. 
"The Masters can hold their own. We can help the younger ones, get them to safety before we try to help the Master..s..." He trailed off, looking to Aria. 
"Do we even need to help them?" The Knight shook his head. 
"Ignore that question. Let's take this one step at a time." He rounded the corner, leaping over the bodies to find the main foyer engrossed in a mass genocide of Jedi. 

The True Sith were eviscerating the Order. 

Yerbol's hands shook as he sprinted to the nearest youngling about to have a red-orange blade plunged into her side, slicing the Sith's head cleanly off his neck before motioning to the previous hall.
"Get in your quarters and stay out of sight. We'll be back for you." A brief nod and the girl was off. 
"Ari, we need to clear this hall. You up for it?" He shot her a small, teasing smirk.