Blasters, and grenades rained through groups of jedi running, and fighting for their lives in the temple. Many were terrified, Alec didn't care. Whatever happens now he just wanted to make sure he at least died fighting if he could. That being said survival was hopefully preferable but if this sort of scale warfare was happening that must mean that someone very high up had them all in their sights. The pain in the force was felt, and ignored one had to channel their peace of mind if one was to survive. Focus, and ignore the distractions. Cleaving his way through some clone assassins by using his force powers to off set their skill in the art of killing rogue jedi he also managed to force his way through a squad with deft blade work, and his skill in Soresu. Dodging, weaving, and calling upon the force to speed his movements he rushed down his enemies cleaving them apart with deft slashes crippling those he could not kill instantly. Clones were always just puppets in truth though many jedi denied that way of thinking Alec had long since accepted that these puppets were just tools. Now they had been set to dance to the tune of a different kind that Alec was use to. There were too many to fight head on those who were doomed Alec left for death. He could not save everyone unfortunately. As he came rushing down the hallway he came upon Master Riven fleeing with a padawan choosing to follow them in order to make sure he at least knew some depth of command was still in place during this raid. 

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