Out of the corner of his eye he saw something.
When he turned to direct his gaze in the direction of the commotion he could make out a group of about ten children. They in turn were being accompanied by two men, who appeared to be Jedi-Knights, given they both had ignited lightsabers. They were running, but from what, he couldn't tell.
Then he heard one of the men call out to the children and they all seemed to halt at once. At this point, the moving crowd was only about seven meters from Mareks position. Naturally he listened in.
"Younglings, stop right here." he called out to them as he disengaged his lightsaber, "Hurry, gather round me."
Marek recognized the voice almost immediately, it was himself.
"Shauna you’re the oldest," he singled out the tallest girl in the group "You remember the tunnels that I showed you, yes?"
She was crying, but was able to acknowledge him with a nod, "Yes Master Zolar."
"Good, I want you to lead the rest of the younglings into them, follow the path all the way to the end, there will be people there who will help protect you," he assured her.
"But...But Master Zolar, you can't go back there, they'll kill you," she exclaimed throwing her arms around him.
He returned her embrace. There was nothing more heartbreaking than to witness the pain of a child, especially emotional pain.
"Shauna, go now," he told her.
She let go of him and began to move the group of younglings to the tunnels in which Zolar had ordered. However, before disappearing around a chunk of column she looked once more to him.
"Master Zolar, may the force be with you..."
A grin slipped on his face, "May the force be with you too, Shuana, now hurry."
Without a second notice Zolar and the other Jedi, whom Marek did not recognize, took off in the direction they were first running from.
Marek took a few steps to actually try and catch a glimpse of what they were running towards and what the children were so deathly afraid of. What he saw would haunt him no doubt. Billowing stacks of smoke rose from raging fires and the smell of death permeated the air. He could make out what appeared to be dozens of lightsaber combatants and thousands upon thousands of what looked like infantry but of what he couldn't tell, the battle was going on too far out of his visual acuity to make out any fine details.
It was then he heard Dolash's voice.
"Trust in the Force..."