Several of the soldiers collapse. The others just tilt their heads, slightly, as gnarly growths form at the sides of their helmets.

Koren reaches a hand down, drawing a lightsaber. It goes skittering out of his hand before he can switch it on, as Atton tosses a knife at it. Koren doesn't seem too bothered. He reaches one hand up to his chest, digging into the armour and drawing out a sword, which by rights should be too long to fit into his chest like that.

Atton frowns.
"Can you two deal with the soldiers?"