Everything happened so quickly, there wasn't time for Mecohn to register anything, but that wasn't very important. He had an objective now; ensure the senator's safety. The group descended from the high arched rafters and some had crashed through the large windows up above. There were six on either side of them and another two charged toward him with vibroblades. Mecohn's face had become blank. The two struck out at him in unison, hoping to overwhelm with a united downward slash. Mecohn blocked the twin assault, the blades of his saber illuminated his intense glare as he looked at the two hunters attempting to strong arm him. He spun his body to the right side, forcing their momentum to their left as his blades made a swirling arc. A hard kick to the stomach of one doubled them over as the other recovered from their stumbling.<br/><br/>Three more had bolstered the assailants ranks and had begun their vibroblade assault. He should've been afraid. A coordinated strike from different sides. Mecohn slid on his knees, bent backward underneath the swipes from his sides and force pushed the blade out of his front asssailant's hands; causing it to tumble dangerously in the air as he slid underneath his attacker. He rose with a twist and caught the blade in mid-tumble using the blades momentum to slash through the bewildered assassin. It was the first time he'd ever meant to kill someone. The other two were unphased and continued their assault.<br/><br/>Mecohn's movements were fast and harsher than he intended them to be. The pair of assailants couldn't manage to stay upright when defending against his strikes. He didn't want to, but his body was on autopilot and as the pair both lost their defensive stance, Mecohn spun and sent a horizontal slash through the pair. One of the two looked at him with wide-eyes as the life drained from their body.<br/><br/>"Makali?" the word gurgled from their mouth before they tumbled to the ground. Mecohn's blood ran cold and he took in a panicked shallow breath. The world around him blurred. The feeling of wind from a force push at his side made him turn. Nothing registered anymore, the sounds around him had died into distant noise.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Focus"</span>a voice rung through his mind with a calm but commanding tone<span style="font-style: italic">"You are here now. Focus"</span>. His breathing leveled out and when he came to reality, all of the hunters had been dispatched save one who sat on the floor hands cuffed behind him. Mecohn glared at the prisoner, his teeth bared in a flurry of emotions that mostly culminated in rage. He looked away and up at Alastor, his face taking a more concerned expression.<br/><br/>"I didn't sense anyone fleeing the area, but it's possible. We should make sure Amidala is okay, right?"