Chirrut staggers to his feet, panting harshly, the most inelegant he's been all day. His face is a horror of blood, with tears streaming uncontrollably down his cheeks. The blood has stained his robes and streaked his hands.

And still he grins.

His staff is a blur of motion as he rushes them, crashing into Eiko's braced staff first to knock her down and back before rounding on Baze again.

Eiko regains her feet in a mad scramble, unwilling to stay down when her teacher is so maddened. She still cannot believe what she just saw, cannot reconcile it with the man she knows.