Shit, the treeline.

Brye barely had time to process her Master's warning over the battle between her and the two Sith. She had even less time before the shadow came over them, and suddenly one of the Sith were gone, his screams echoing as he was taken far away at a very fast pace. 

[i]What the fuck was that..?[/i] Brye asked herself. She wasn't given much time to process what had just happened as the last Sith was on her quickly. Her head snapped from the treeline to his bright red saber, her focus momentarily distracted thus allowing the Sith to gain some ground. 
Brye was tiring, she wouldn't deny it. The cuts, singes and heavy hits came in quick succession and the young Jedi was trying her hardest to not let them hinder her ability and movement. Bright blue and bright red blades clashed in a crackling frenzy, over and over and both saber-wielders challenged the others strength. Both utilized the Force to push and pull the other, trying to catch each other off guard. The young Jedi had never fought as hard to survive as she was now. The only experience which could rival the present was when her Master was killed. The desperation to live, the determination to win, that was all that filled every fiber in her body. 

More screams were heard along the treeline, and Brye could only assume it was the other Sith Satele had been fighting. 

A relentless onslaught from the last remaining Sith came at Brye. The intensity had been dialed high and he was determined to kill the Padawan. Brye kept a strong stance despite this, not letting the thought of the end of the battle lower her guard. The Sith was relentless, but clumsy in his desperation and anger. Brye saw an opening. 

As quickly as the had seen it, it was gone, for the Sith Warrior suddenly went flying. Head turned and saw her Master, Satele, as she decapitated him in one swift movement. Brye's body lowered to one knee, the girls lightsaber de-activated but held tight in her hand. She took a deep breath as the pain from the battle threatened to wash over her. Satele was their quickly, however, and was offering a caring hand.

[i][b]"I'm putting Grim in one of their two-seaters, we have to get him back to his village."[/b][/i]

With the pain in the back of her mind again, and her sole intent to help her Master, Brye nodded and looked over at the broken Mandalorian warrior. Despite what had just happened, with the shadows coming through the battle and whisking away the Sith, how it all happened and how fast, Brye could sense that it was not what Satele wanted to focus on in the moment.

"I can drive him," the young Padawan began, "Those creatures are out there, and you know about them. I'll stay close behind if you want to lead... it might be safer that way."

Bryethe was never one to issue orders, and she hardly ever suggested a path of action unless the idea seemed to make sense. But sometimes making suggestions and offering a course of action was a good way to show a Master that she was involved in the situation, that her mind was constantly thinking ahead, that she cared for their outcome.