[b][right]Jedi Padawan Rhon Duul[/right][/b]

Rhon winced as he tried to push on, his wounded leg slowing him. Focusing all his will power on the Force he found the injury in his leg, sealing the wound the best he could under pressure. As they continued to run down the hallway his leg became sturdier, he wasn't sure if he had healed the wound or simply numbed the pain. It didn't matter, removing his arm from around the guards neck he ran into a full sprint in the direction that the master had indicated. Towards the dormitories. He could hear clones shouting all around him, unable to make one voice out amongst the many. Blasters firing, and as time went on he heard less and less fighting. Fewer lightsabers, fewer cries of resistance. The Jedi Order was falling around them. 

He pushed into one of the dormitories as he heard a Clone say something about doing a second sweep. Suddenly barging in, the Clone didn't have time to react as Rhon ignited his blade and dove down low, aiming for a midsection slice while he hoped that his companion would be quick enough on the draw to deal with the other two clones in the small corridor.