Raezyr watched as his Master, Lord Eiron, stepped forth from seemingly nowhere to issue the challenge to the Jedi, and his feeling of impending doom vanished instantly. He felt a fleeting twinge of guilt at doubting the Sith Master, but it was gone almost as soon as it appeared, swallowed by the anticipation of sating his lust for Jedi death that had gone unquenched earlier.
He let the anger of that moment fill him, the anger at a helpless Jedi slipping away when his blade had been right at her throat. That little Chadra-fan would be his first target when the time came.
Eiron's voice spoke in his mind. Run. I will stall them. Get to safety; I will find you. Go.
He obeyed instantly, as did the other three, as they ran up the metal steps leading out of the monorail station and to the street. Unfortunately, Eiron's attack on the civillians had caused panic in the rest of the passengers as what at first had seemed like a spectacle to watch turned into something from which to flee, clogging the steps in the process.
Trychon and Raezyr copied their master and carved a path to the street through the mass of bodies trying to escape the mayhem and havoc below.
They paused when they reached the street and looked around.
"Where to?" Anya asked.
Trychon pointed across the street to a four-seat speeder that had just pulled up in front of the Night Ranger. "There," he said.
They reached the speeder in only a few strides, just as the party-goers were getting out of the vehicle.
Tyrrazapon cut down the vehicle owners as he approached the speeder.
As they pulled away, Anya turned spoke to the other three, "You guys do realize that if we're supposed to be getting away, we can't be leaving a trail of bodies, right?"
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