Eye lids were wide open, in shock, not that it mattered, as he 'watched' her come forward for the final strike. One quick movement brought him almost half a foot to the left, Mikel could feel the heat of the lightsaber burn his robe and his hip. Why today? Why not after I had some time to prepare for this sort of thing? Or maybe this was the show that I really need to improve. This can't be allowed to happen again, if I'm even able to live after today. What he had expected was a second effort, but what he heard was his attacker merely walking away and his lightsaber wasn't there anymore. That loss is better than nothing. A lightsaber could be replaced, but his life was the only one that he had.

Eyelids closed, in relief and the knowledge that them being kept open was useless, and he stopped moving for another five minutes. Hand, the one at the end of his good arm, reached in his robe for the transmitter that would call the astromech to the ship and then the ship to him. That was really the only good thing about the day, other than the fact that he was still alive. Of course, piloting his way would be impossible. Thank the Force for Astromech droids.