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HM gave an audible digital sigh, as Ferno headed towards the fight.

The trooper who was kicked felt the push of the foot, only sending him stumbling several steps, but upon realization of the fight's end, stepped back. Ferno headed towards the apprentice, with HM in tow. He glared at his apprentice, as HM tugged at the robes of the boy.

"I'm sure you could have won that fight. But last time I checked, your feet could not throw, nor your fist. Initiative is good; it demonstrates the ability to fight on your feet. But you need to be less of an animal. If you cannot follow instructions, perhaps Darth Strife is a better teacher for you."

Ferno stood opposite one of the troopers. HM made note of the situation, hushing his voice down. "Watch."

The first trooper charged, fist forward, as Ferno caught it with outstretched hand. Gripping hard, Ferno cast the trooper away with a steady transfer of energy, sending the trooper through the air until a tree broke his flight.

"A simple attack can be redirected back at the opponent. The form of Vaapad once taught by the jedi was able to reflect an opponent's attack back at the opponent. A most capable technique, despite its non-agressive nature. But Juyo, its more fierce cousin, holds the same skills, but used differently."

The trooper attacked again, but Ferno was not even facing him. Yet the punch was still caught from behind, and like a catcher throwing a ball shortarmed, the trooper was sent flying front again.

"To return energy back at the opponent is defensive, but why waste it? Use your own force to add power, and make your attack all that much stronger."

The trooper attacked a third time, but Ferno stepped aside. Back exposed, the spectre ripped the symbiote off, as blood squirted everywhere. Tossing it aside, Ferno left the field to enter the facility.

"When your opponent is ready, he will destroy himself. Now, you try, but your feet should never move nor leave the ground."

"Not so difficult, is it?" HM jested. "Much better. Anyone can throw a punch or a kick, but you must not let anger control you. Use your hatred and fury, control them with all your being. Let your own feeligns control you, how do you expect to follow orders? complete missions? Not only have you saved time, but energy as well. The Jedi will test your endurance. Turn the tables, and test theirs instead."

The remaining four troopers began charging. "Now you got it down, don't move from that spot and defeat the four troopers."

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The troopers were caught offguard, unable to really comprehend how to attack this opponent who was reversing their own attacks. They tried group attacks, all four at once, only to find that they hit themselves. It didn't matter how they tried, everything was reversed.

"Finish them off," HM stated, sensing the fight dragging on too long.

An unknown amount of time had passed. It could ahve been hours, perhaps only minutes. Angel lost track of time while trying to meditate. She had come out of the trance when she felt at her best as far as being rested and recharged. She then attempted to overload her inhibitor. Unfortunately, as it was still intact, it countered her attempt to reach into the Force by draining her strength in it. However, despite it's relentless attack on her power, she sent a faint zap of lightning into it. It reacted with the usual shock to her body. However, this time she was ready for it. She discovered where the source of it was and with everything she had, sent another zap into that spot. It resulted in her almost collapsing, being completely drained again, but the inhibitor's tormenting shock system was fried. She may not be able to attempt freeing herself from it for another while, but at least now it would no longer be able to shock her.

A rather burly Klatoonian looked at his Weequay companion, and growled something.

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The Weequay nodded but didn't move his Blaster Carbine from its current orientation, facing the Turbolift hub. Suddenly the lights above one of the tubes began to blink hurriedly. Cries of 'incoming' or an equivalent thereof flew up in about a dozen different languages. The moment the doors slid open, almost a hundred blasters opened up at it. The thugs did not see the small spheres on the floor that rolled out.

They did notice the rather large explosions they inspired, however. They also noticed the power conduits that ran in the walls perpindicular to their barricades overcharging and detonating as well. Suddenly, the maintenance passages in the ceiling opened up and the Jedi dropped from it, quickly dispatching the remaining confused Thugs.

Archaras turned, ran to the detention block, removed the door, and killed the two beings that were carrying Freya's limp form, eased said form to the ground, and then knelt next to it, calling on the force to scan and see what was wrong with her, as the rest of their forces began to pour from the other turbolifts.

"I've got her. It's alright, she's just stunned," He called out to his compatriots.

He then placed three fingers on her forehead and called upon the force to stimulate the shocked nerve endings and reawaken the unconscious woman...