It was not his two companions who found him first, but a bounty hunter. A gun-for-hire. A man without honor. 

As Jaskan came to a halt at the sight of the man appearing in the doorway, the armored scoundrel spoke. He spoke of disappointment, that he had expected a knight. It was true that he was but a padawan in title, but if the bounty hunter thought this was going to be an easy kill for that reason, he was sadly mistaken. His arrival here was not a coincidence, the bounty hunter was informed. Jaskan had been expected. Someone wanted him dead. But who? Who would have access to that information? Was it the same people who had paid the price on his master's head? Who had planned the ambush? Was the bounty hunter who stood before him now been a part of the assassination? He wanted answers, and he was going to find them. 

His eyes narrowed. "You are going to give me the name of your employer." - he said, and eyed Bloodshot's slugthrower. His lightsaber would be of no use here, not until he got closer. Not unless he wanted glowing hot melted metal sprayed into his face. 

Bloodshot drew his slugthrower, but Jaskan Voth remained still. The bounty hunter wasn't going to fire. Not yet, anyway. With the force on his side, Jaskan would make sure to use the gap in time after the first shot to close the distance. If the man who was after his head thought his movements was going to predictable, he was about to be blown away. Jaskan closed his eyes. 

With a sudden quick motion, his left foot shot out to the side, and his body quickly followed. Bloodshot followed him with his gun, and pulled the trigger, but Jaskan was ready for it. He slid four meters forward, to the right, literally force pushing himself out of the way as the slugthrower went off. The slug crashing down the hallway. His feet lightly tapped the floor, barely making a sound at all, as if he was a graceful ballerina. He kept moving towards the bounty hunter, riling back and forth, up and down, at impossible angles, always changing momentum, spinning wildly. Every time Bloodshot would attempt to fire at him, his momentum would shift entirely, even if his entire weight distribution was put into the original movement. He would, at all times, be wherever the slug was not. He had since the moment he stepped into the Jedi academy, sought for a way to remove his own weakness. His slow movement, and impractical weight. And he had discovered it, the Ataru form. Using the force to enhance movement. The latter, he had taken a few steps further. His every movement was now fueled by the force, literally throwing his own body around with his mind. Every single moment had been spent to hone that skill. 

Five meter away from the bounty hunter, his double-sided lightsaber found it's way into his hand, and two green lights lit up the room, reflecting off the walls and floor.