Gollado was ripped off Voroll's body by Zaal, whose physical strength outshone a large majority of the Cadets in the Order of Imperial Knights, before the hulking brute of a Cadet threw the kiffar around and to the floor away from him. Gollado skidded across the ground as he landed and rolled to a stop, his lightsaber flew from his grasp and disignited shortly after, giving Zaal the chance to make his move.
Voroll managed to heave himself from the floor, his vibrosword fresh in a renewed grasp of its hilt. He rushed down to the aid of Zaal, despite his clear ability to defend himself and being more-than-likely able take out of the heretic by himself. Before the traitorous kiffar could regain his footing, Voroll's sword swung high into the air (after he had sprinted past the heavier Zaal) before being pushed down to the floor, in particular where the head of the kiffar rested. Unfortunately for the eager Cadet, the head, along with its body, rolled out of the way, leaving the sword to crash and stick into the soil.
It was at that moment the thudding feet of the heavier Cadet behind Voroll pounded past with a humming. The kiffar sunk out of the way of a cleave that would have decapitated him. The brute grunted, rather loudly, and spun his body around completely to give him a swing at the body of the unarmed kiffar. Lightsaber scraped against metal and burnt through it, sizzling the soft flesh underneath. Gollado fell backwards, clutching at the diagonal wound on his chest which now steamed. He writhed in pain and Voroll began to feel it again.
From the distance he was at, after having pulled his vibrosword from the dirt, he could clearly see the expression on Gollado's face as Zaal's silver lightsaber was brought through his chest. Instantly Voroll clutched his own chest, as much as he could when wearing armour. His heart began to pound and beads of sweat formed at the base of his hair-line. The pain of the lightsaber not only affected Gollado, but affected the empath as well. It was only a second or two, but the amount of emotions that ran through the mind of the dying traitor made Voroll wonder if all death was like that. It was lonely, filled with self-loathing and grief. Sadness and pain. He felt no joy, no happiness, no relief until everything stopped.
His sight grew darker around the edges, as if being framed by something he could not make out. His head would not move, as much as he wanted it to. His mouth would not open and his fingers would not release the hilt of the sword. The last thing Voroll Astaar saw of Kad V was the sky moving down, engulfing everything. He was falling, despite his ignorance to this. He could not feel it, nor hear it, no smell it any more. Not until he awoke in a medical bed.