Tech Jedi Knight
UKATIS
"They're getting closer." She murmured.
Makko studied the symbol etched into the wall, committing it to memory.
Makko might have taken the time to understand the bond between them, but Cora's ability to use it had likely atrophied. It was worn and frayed, but still there. Makko sent a pulse of his own determination down it.
If they could not win this fight, they would have to coordinate their retreat. Makko didn't know if he could impart that through the Force, but they might not be left with other options.
Jan drew a pistol as she sped forward to be able to catch sight of them. She rounded the corner and there they were, hopping like frogs. Without hesitation, Jan fired a shot at the woman. A golden particle bolt would very narrowly miss her head and zip right past to explode into the tunnel wall a few steps ahead.
<Going somewhere, Jetii?>
The bright bolt lanced overhead and Makko turned sharply.
"We ain't running now," Makko muttered. He spoke quietly enough that the mandalorians wouldn't hear. He hoped Cora heard the determination more than the grammatical issues.
Makko would not run if Cora needed him, but this was bigger than them. Her sith uniform might have left him questioning her devotion to the Jedi, but he would never question how she felt about Ukatis. As a Knight he would not shirk his duty.
Jan resorted to taking offensive attacks by range, Adenn preferred to close the distance with speed using his jetpack to limit the Jedi with their options. In a closed, narrow space like this they should be bold and press their attack in closed range. A walking pair of armories could do more than an open space. The Munin scion rushed at Makko in the air with attempts to aggressively tackle the Jedi and knock the air out of him.
Makko lifted his left arm and levelled his splinter pistol, but the second mandalorian was already closing on him. He fired one shot. The weapon discharged a spread of flechette shards that had been dipped in toxins, but the angle was wrong.
A mandalorian typically had plenty of soft joints in the armour. It allowed them to remain mobile whilst the plates protected the vital positions. With the mandalorian flying right at him, there was mostly helmet, pauldrons and jet pack in his sights.
"Fe..."
The air was expelled from his lungs as he was tackled by the mandalorian. The splinter pistol fell from his grip.
Holding his nerve, Makko wrapped his free left arm underneath the helmet. He tried to get a grip and purchase under the chin. He had spent more years as a street brawler than a jedi and this was exactly how he would deal with someone tackling him in the same way on their feet. With his right hand he aimed punches for the kidneys, or any soft spots b under the chest plate.
Unfortunately, they were not on their feet. Makko was being driven by jet propulsion towards a brick wall. He flung the Force behind him, smashing a hole into the next corridor.
He lost some sense of direction as the pair went into a roll. Makko shoved with both hands and the Force, coming back up to his feet with his lightsaber in his hand.
This was no time for discussions or speeches.
Makko simply ignited his blade and stalked forwards, trying to close the distance whilst keeping his balance.