He stopped shooting as it clearly wasn't going to get him anywhere at the moment since it seemed he would need to think of a new strategy. He wished he had paid more attention to his father's holos of Jedi fighting in the Clone War now more than ever.

He didn't have time to respond as he saw the glint of the crystal coming his way. There was really no time to mitigate the damage and it sliced across his cheek, leaving a thin red line that started to well up with blood. It hurt but he couldn't afford to take his eyes off of her.

"I'm not trained to execute Jedi war criminals," he admitted with a smug sneer. If she got angry enough, perhaps that meant he would have a better chance. "The Emperor put the rest of the Jedi down like rabid animals before they could destroy the galaxy."

He raised his blaster once more but didn't fire, watching how she attacked the demon. Even Jedi had to have a particular fighting pattern, he just had to try to learn it.