Baze hears the snap of his collarbone before he feels it. For him, the fight is over. His staff slips from his useless hands and lands on the mat with a muted clatter. He sinks to his knees, clutching his neck, which burns.

Eiko gasps. She tosses her staff aside and throws herself at Chirrut's feet, nose to the mat and arms thrown over her head to protect herself. "Teacher!" she shouts, and it's a strangled cry for mercy.