Cyra could see the new wave coming over the bridge to her side of the arena.
She readied herself, counted the number of Sith approaching, the distance and time it would take to call out for backup, and finally how far Ex was from her.
She did this in less then seconds, it was not her first match, and every time she hoped it was not her last.
The four enemies flew at her, she had just enough time to call out for help before the barrage of saber strikes and blaster fire came at her. She ducked and ran, and swiped at them.
She threw a shield over her but quickly broke it to prevent a stealthed Assassin from securing the door with explosives. She held out a hand and sent crackling Force lightening towards her target, momentarily preventing a sure loss for their side.
It was still her verses five now. With a wave of her hand she attempted a phase walk, appearing a few feet away, hidden for the moment. She quickly healed herself enough to go back out and sent another call. All she could do now was hold out and hope someone, preferably Ex, would come.
It was just as she sent another wave of lightening at another Sith, when from somewhere behind her she felt a familiar presence.
She ducked just in time to miss a blur of black and white armor flying over her head and engaging a target at the door. An array of blaster fire and humming, clashing sabers suddenly erupted.
Ex had come, and he had brought the entire operations group with him.
Finally breathing a sigh of relief, or rather actually starting to breath again, Cyra ran for the nearest cover, sending the Force to weak targets as she went. Hidden, she healed her wounds, injected a kolto pac, and went back out to the warzone. She threw a shield over Ex as he landed a final blow and turned in time to see the clock run out.
The opposite team had not even made it past the first doors. It was a great victory. In the first round they attacked and had made it all the way to the datacore. A great victory indeed.