The Jedi, with the inelegance of brawling over sorcery, leapt into battle, though the actual leap was a ferociously graceful one, and in a moment it became clear that he was the sort of Jedi that Sith loved to hate; the sort that was viciously effective in combat and yet too stubborn to turn.<br/><br/>It certainly would have been too much to declare love at first sight (or perhaps something baser) when he kicked one of the rakghouls in the face, its teeth shattering as it was flung backward by the blow.  The cut of a lightsaber tended to cauterize wounds before blood could flow.  The kick shed more light on the source of the dark splotches dotting his tunic.<br/><br/>The ghouls came boiling through the narrow cave entrance like a swarm of insects and half a dozen were immediately slammed against the stone walls before Johte waded into the rest, lightsaber flashing in golden arcs in the darkness.  It was easier to sense him now that they were close, and how the deep well of calm that one might have expected to sense seemed more than a little turbulent in this particular Jedi, but with the ghouls snapping and slavering it wasn't really the time to ruminate on it.  Limbs, heads, bodies flew, the crackling and gibbering of the rakghouls a riot of noise, the sensation of them a sick swell of chaos that threatened to snatch rational thought from a Force-sensitive mind.<br/><br/>"What did you do?" the Jedi demanded, sending another fresh wave to shatter the bodies against the wall.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>