Four skidded to a stop next to Ten, his lips in a tight line as he gazed at the fallen figure. Habit hits and puts a hand on his other's shoulder, ignoring the fact that there should be flashing lights and splintering time lines at the touch. Instead there is only a warmth similar to his, and a shoulder nearly as thin. "Let's go, we need to help the villagers." Because Trace was gone, and there was little to do at the moment. The raiders were still forcing their efforts on the town and Four was hoping that the shiny, anachronistic weapon that Luke had would serve the man well until one of them could get to him.

"Peace? As we lay starving?" The apparent leader laughed, but his men stood away from Luke. The weapon, if that was a weapon, was nothing they had ever seen before. And as the main party began to fully infiltrate the fields and village, the leader and his hoard stood against the Jedi. "The woman is dead, you will join her!" An arrow flew towards the other man, intent on a death blow- but of course, these bandits have never encountered a master of the Force.