Reaching into his deepest pits of energy, Zander cast about himself yet another Force Cloak - this wavering and hardly even consistent - before he took a leap to his feet. Racing around the boulder he had slid to the ground against, Zander moved as swiftly as his wounded body would allow. Charging through the closest two, Zander did not even touch them. Diving into a roll, he then slid underneath the largest who stumbled along mid-group.
Rising to his feet, Zander felt his energy falter, dropped the Cloak, continued running, and did his best to vacuum energies from the Force to replenish his reserves. Then, just as he neared the entrance to the path, Zander ducked swiftly, hardly believing the Force had warned him of the incoming swipe of a bladed arm. It had been aimed at his neck...
He could live without an arm, but he needed a head...
Charging through the entrance, while sounds warned that the beasts were again following him, Zander reached to grip the pin of a grenade as he charged by. Yanking it clean free, Zander dove once again, summersaulting against the ground as an explosion ripped parts of the walls free and barred his return in that direction. He hoped that while the other enemies climbed the dead, and rocks, that it would slow them a lot.