Torkin walked several careful steps in a large radius searching for the presence he couldn't quite feel. Something dark was in the works here on Torow; the reports were correct. The question now was how much really was going on. At the present moment however he was fighting the urge to scream another command out towards his unseen foe. Whomever or whatever it was obviously wanted Torkin to lose control over himself.<br/><br/>It took moments of quiet breathing that came out as seething hisses to attempt to calm his anger. As a Jedi he had been taught not to use anger for power. Torkin had a natural affinity for it however. He seemed to be able to lapse into fits of near rage during which his Force power was increased as was his focus. Thus far he had always been able to come back away from that without doing any real harm.<br/><br/>Lost to Torkin was the head of the fool he had just removed from his body. It was the death of a person yet to Torkin it was simply a battle won and he had already forgotten it. This was something that troubled him from time to time but he shook it off. A search around revealed that most of his team had apparently deserted him. That was disappointing but not quite surprising. Finally he resolved to stand and calm himself. Walking around in rage hadn't revealed anyone lurking in the shadows so Torkin began to try and center himself in the Force and extend his senses all around him. He would find the dark presence this way then.