The Rage Of Combat

"please stop we don’t want to hurt you” serenity called to the troopers.

"Serenity!" Mar shot her an angry look. "Now's not the time for mercy!" Mar deflected two bolts and sent them flying back at the troopers who had fired them, sparks erupted from their armor and they sprawled onto the sandy ground. He started advancing towards the troopers when a blur surged past him and towards the troopers.

That strange girl had appeared, lightsabers alight, she began cutting them down gleefully.

Then her arm fell off.

Mar didn't know what to make of the sight but figured as long as she was on their side it only meant their odds of getting out alive increased. Mar entered the fray, cutting a trooper's blaster in half before slicing through him like butter. Another trooper tried firing on him, he deflected the blast, instead sending it flying towards another trooper who was trying to flank him.

Mar caught sight of a trooper on a nearby building about to fire at them and pulled the sniper off the building with The Force sending him falling onto the street below.

Mar saw how the strange girl took pleasure in the combat. She was smiling as she cleaved her way through the troopers. He couldn't help but remember a time when he took pleasure in cutting down his foes. All the Rebels he'd cut down, the Jedi he'd crushed.

This girl was no Jedi... And suddenly Mar was wondering just how many force users were lurking on this planet, drawn to one another in this moment, demanded to be brought together by The Force...

He had to focus however, he saw a trooper try to take a shot at Serenity and hurled his lightsaber at him. The blade buried itself in the trooper's armor and as he fell to his knees Mar called the saber back to his hand and turned to see who was next to fall...