Seconds later, in a blur of Force-augmented speed, the shadow rounded the corner, coming to a sudden halt. Conventional sight took a moment to adjust to the stark contrast between skin and the black, light-absorbent mesh of the suit, and for that moment, it looked as if a disembodied head was hanging in midair at roughly the height a head should be; an angular face lined with small spikes and ridges, the same cold shade of red as the long hair that framed it, damp with sweat. A pair of bright red, almond-shaped eyes, glowing with a soft inner luminosity typical of the species, fixed Johte with an unblinking stare and the kind of an expression the Sith - for it was no doubt a Sith - might have to kill him later for witnessing.<br/><br/><i>Shavit.</i><br/><br/>Wrong Jedi.<br/><br/>Moreover, wrong kriffing cave.<br/><br/>For a split second, not one of his proudest ones, the pureblood looked shocked and dismayed, his gaze flitting from the Jedi in front of him to the cavern surrounding them both. No obvious secondary exit, no Master Findolan, and certainly no water anywhere to be seen. The next instant, it was back on the unknown Jedi. The man hadn't attacked him yet, and the rakghouls were getting closer, he could hear them in the tunnel behind...<br/><br/>"You can lecture me later, but right now, we need to kill those kriffers!" he barked at the stranger, tugging the mask back over his face, and, as if on cue, the first of the creatures bounded around the bend in the tunnel, roaring and spitting. It got a faceful of purple lightning, which inadvertently explained why the Sith's lightsaber was still at his belt rather than in his hand; it was hard to tell over the hiss and crackle of the electric current, but it sounded a lot like he swore again as he did that, or perhaps groaned.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>