Great, just great.
Alec dodged the crimson blade that left a line of molten metal across the wall right at neck height.
They'd gotten a tip of a possible Jedi and had moved in to attempt a rescue.
Unfortunately, his team had gotten there to late.
The Jedi was already dead, and his killer, one of Palpie's Inquisitors, was still there when they'd attacked the jail.
As he leaped backwards from another slash, the permacrete of the structure seemed to growl at him while shaking from what had to be the rest of the squads engagement with the local and the inquisitors stormtroopers.
The force be with him, well, that wasn't quite useful when facing off against another force user.
Jolting backwards to avoid another slash that still managed to scorch bits of his hair.
"Well, I needed a haircut anyway," he commented before continuing the move into a back flip over the next part of the attack.
His foe was good, Alec was pretty sure the cloaked man was either a master or nearly there with Shien with the sweeping attacks that kept on being used and the chaining of them.
At least, with just him being the opponent in an enclosed space, that style was more limited compared to the style he'd preferred when forced to train with such an archaic weapon, namely Ataru.
Forcing his mind to relax, as he went vertical, flipping to kick off the ceiling in midair in order to finally get the moment of time between dodges to draw his blaster pistols, unfortunately his rifle was still laying where it had fallen in three pieces after being used to slow the Inquisitor down.
He landed with a grunt and rolled clear of another attack before lunging, alternating fire from his pistols, purposefully spreading each shot into a pattern.
It was one he'd remembered from his time in the Temple, one of the training droids had used that pattern as an opening move every single time someone trained against it.
While it was designed to help show the benefits of Soresu moves, but at the same time it let him hide some of his skill by inciting the specific results he wanted.
Diving forwards as the last of the quartet of shots was fired, he passed the mans feet before rolling to his feet once more while the man tried to attack in a spin.
Good, he could evacuate if things kept going his way with the transperisteel window at the end overlooking the rooftops.
His opponent lunged as Alec felt the forces warning and dropped into a crouch.
Flowing through him, he let the power of the force free to slam the overextended dark Jedi upwards to smash into one of the lights. The sound of at least one rib breaking left the force adept wince in instinctive sympathy.
Flickering before dying, the act plunged the segment of the corridor into shadows while the man landed on his feet with a roar of anger.
Alec fell back, a glance at his chrono marked the remaining time in the countdown for what he'd told those he claimed as brothers would be given before joining them in flight to the spaceport.
A series of powerful strikes made him blink, but cost him half of one of the pistols.
Apparently his foe was also good at Juyo, or were those parts of the expanded Vaapad?
The second could make the lightsaber, in his not so humble opinion, a halfway decent weapon if it wasn't for the time required to train to reach that point, but Juyo was dangerous in a tight space in and of itself as an incomplete form.
No more overextention in this one that he could take advantage of, but at the same time the man wasn't quite as good with it. But then Shien was designed for facing multiple enemies while Juyo and Vaapad were just as good against a solitary enemy, give up on advantage to get another.
At least it wasn't Soresu, the anti-blaster style was one that would make it more difficult than anything else.
Tossing aside the ruined blaster pistol, Alec wondered if he could get his hands on some of the Magnaguard wreckage in order to craft a pair that would be immune to lightsabers, he hated losing his weapons.
Retreating from another series of attacks before his empty hand brushed the cool material of the window..
A warning from the force as the inquisitor charged gave him a path to respond.
Rolling backwards, hair rubbing against the transperisteel while he pulled with the force, yanking his opponent closer than the man had expected and kicking out with an armored boot with all of his strength into the soft flesh between his enemies legs.
The attack was enough leverage as he fired on full auto into the window, while the man went forwards into the superheated material before it gave way into the darkness beyond.
Alec was back on his feet and following with a leap into the darkness, following the light of the blade firing his blaster while passing over it to land on one of the rooftops.
The body was laying there, smoldering where the weapon was in contact with the cloth the inquisitor had been wearing after slicing cleanly through the mans waist.
Reaching down he gripped the weapon and flipped it off before adding it to one of the pouches on his belt, a weapon for two, even if it was a melee weapon for two of his best blasters.
Alec pulled his comlink from its own pouch and held it to his lips, regretting being stuck ditching the helmet in order to face off with his foe.
"This is Theta 5," he stated while fighting his racing heart, "Inquisitor down, moving to the ship."
