I watched as Jacen shot at Kamon, but something kept me from firing. I fought for freedom in my mind, but Jerec was just too strong. Lowering the power of the jetpack, I lowered myself down onto the ground, looking at the army that stood in our way. Jacen was right, this was not going to be as easy as we had thought. Good.
Under Jerec's influence, I raised my hands towards the skies, empty. But, what he had planned needed no weapons save for the ones he already had. Wind brushed my face, and the rain started shortly after that. The Force storm grew on the horizon, drawing closer with incredible speed. This was not going to be good. An army in front of us and a Force storm coming up behind them.
I ran to the side, with the aid of the Force, and clicked the jetpack on to get more speed. I had to get away from that storm. The lightning was already hitting dangerously close to home, so I lowered again, but a good enough distance away that Jerec would have time to watch the army dispurse and die under the power of his storm.
Jerec was not going to go down so quickly, nor so easily. He was an Ancient Sith, one that was stronger in the ways of the Force then some stupid Jedi Master. I tried to shake the thoughts from my mind, but Jerec's control was getting stronger and I couldn't break free so easily now. I turned back, my mismatched eyes watching the horrors of the storm hitting the amy.
