A small flash of pride lit up inside the Tusken as he watch his opponant stumble. Granted it was because he threw a broken weapon at him, and did next to nothing at all to the Sith, but it at the very least proved that like all other Sith he was just as human as the next one; he wasn't a perfect god. He was forced to eat that pride right away however, as no sooner did he succeed he failed to hit his target. What was worse? He collected yet another blade in which to kill him with. His shots were soon returning to him, and making a mess of his armor and his stamina. The Sith was pressing in now, and the Tusken was quickly being backed into a wall. He moved and dodged his way through a mess of plasma. His right arm seemed to be a target, thus he avoided any strikes directed in this direction as a higher priority. Of course he doesn't want to be missing anything, but he didn't want to give his enemy the pleasure of aquiring his immediate goal. He didn't know what he was going to do, he has run out of arsenal, left with nothing but this blaster.
However, much to his relief, "reinforcements" arrived. A battered and beaten BR-0117 Resol'nare arrived firing at the Sith. It caught him just as suprised as what he assumed the Sith was feeling as well. The multi-role fighter came in low, and a single small squad of three popped their heads out and fired at the Dread Lord, while a second came in to do the same. But that wasn't the mission. In the freenzy, the Tusken took advantage of the confusion and rolled under any attacks the Sith tried to press against him. He jumped to catch a rope decended on one of the hovering birds. He let himself be pulled up and welcomed into the light-transport section of the fighter. He said no words to the Sith, no final moment of triumph or defeat. Simply indifference. When the tusken became stronger, they would fight again. This day was for the Sith, but the day of the Mandalorians was soon coming.
"Go collect the Sith's prize; the Governor. Let us see how they react when a soldier refuses to die easy." Kyr called to the pilot and the brothers nearest to him. While the Sith Moridin had to run to his prize, the Mandalorians would leasurly steal it from him, as they jump off into the unknown of space. He only hoped they could get passed the blockage. He did not believe that the governor would be of anything to the Sith, in fact it might warrant unwanted attention from the Sith fleet into destroying them. Whatever happened, he needed to make sure he could wound the Sith in their victory, even if the wound was no more than a cut easily bandaged.