He stood quietly atop the tower, his tunic opened slightly exposed to the warm breeze of the spring afternoon. Upon a table near the entrance to the top floor, sat his utility belt and the long silver cylinder that rested at the small of his back. While he meditated his mind was opened to the Force studying its mysteries as his master had taught him.

Suddenly, his eyes shot open, and then narrowed just as quickly. Something dark whispered to the back of his mind. He began searching, but not with his eyes. His mind's eye had opened fully and was aware of all life around him. Including the attackers.

To your right. It whispered to him.

And he moved to his right without question or hesitation. His skills were sharp, and moved with near moterized perfection. The attacker had clearly leapt up the tower, only to be greeted by the steely cold grip of the dark warrior's grasp around his throat. Crush him.

Without a second thorught, the throat was crushed of his enemy and the body dropped back down the tower, already dead. The next attacker came over the front, and his head snapped as lighthing arched from his fingertips and hit the second attacker, sending him back and down the length of the tower. No doubt, the thud heard was his body hitting the ground.

Another still challenges you.

A moment later, the third attacker climbed over the edge of the tower.