He did not so much as flinch as the bounty hunter fired their payload at him. Projectile throwers were only mildly irritating. Faster than conventional blaster bolts, trickier to deflect with a saber, but the more people relied on them, thinking them the ideal tool to use against Jedi and Sith, the more the two sects would simply adapt new tactics. A greater focus on evasion, stopping them with the Force, or even flat out snatching the rounds from mid-air if one was quick enough.
Aaran had been fighting all his life. A good portion of those fights were against those who claimed to be 'Jedi-killers', 'Force Hunters', and various 'counters' to the mystically enhanced warriors of the Galaxy.
He was still alive after all of those fights.
Thankfully, he needed to do nothing.
Varm Nul
's barrage was swiftly brought to heel by
Jasper Kai'el
moving cover into place, the older Jedi skidding into place behind the durasteel container, providing them with some modicum of cover. Sparing the Padawan a quick nod and reassuring smile, approving of his course of action.
"I figure our best chance for success here is sticking together."
"Good call Padaw-" He began, before suddenly lashing out, palm aiming to catch Jasper in the chest. Not meant to hurt or knock the wind out of him. Merely to send him sliding back a few feet as their impromptu cover was sliced neatly in half courtesy of the tremendous downward slash from
Lirka Ka
. The older Jedi skidding backwards as well to create a few feet of distance.
"Come Jedi! Let us dance!"
Seriously, what the hell was with his luck and battle obsessed weirdos lately? First Mister Sand Sand when they went to pick up Nida, and now this one. And she was Force Dead on top of everything. Goodness he really disliked the Force Dead. Especially those who willingly inflicted such a fate upon themselves in an attempt to get an imaginary 'edge' over Force Sensitives.
The Duros hovering above was proof enough that one can fight evenly with Jedi by fighting smarter instead of harder. But Aaran figured that if one was smart enough to know how to fight intelligently, they wouldn't seek out a spiritual lobotomy in the first place.
He could still 'see' them in a sense. Not directly, not like the shining beacon that was Jasper or the comparatively less vibrant signatures of those present who were not in tune with the Force and delving deep into its mysteries. But he could see everything else they were connected to and how their presence left a hole in the universe around them.
He could feel the death that clung to their blade, the straining of her power armour. The weight of her steps on the ground beneath her, the sound of her heavy breathing. It was a plethora of tells to his senses.
"Civilians have retreated to a safe distance." He mused, seemingly keeping most of his attention on Jasper, not the various gangsters, lunatics and killers around him. Even in a pit of snakes, his composure remained flawless. Seemingly more concerned for how his Student was faring over any worries for his own personal safety..
"Yes, I think now we should keep their attention until the police arrive. Should only be a few minutes now." He spoke aloud, gaze shifting to the distance, seemingly having no issue taking his 'eyes' off the obvious threats that surrounded him. The Hutt, the Force Dead, the Duros and Koda Fett were still around. The latter three were the ones who gave him any real pause. If only because he'd rather Jasper not deal with any of them alone.
The Padawan was very talented, but his preferred style wasn't suited for these kinds of fights. So chances are they'd need a bit of a hand.
Thankfully, the Jedi came with a plethora of supportive techniques meant to aid their comrades in battle. Such was the nature of the Light in that most of its techniques that relied on multiple users were synergistic in nature, producing an end result that was far greater than the sum of its parts.
With the slightest shift of his feet, his breathing matched the younger Jedi, his stance mirroring their own, reaching out, his presence would brush against their own, encouraging them to
meld with him. Giving Jasper access to the guiding hand of a warrior with decades more experience than him. Reinforcing their own base of power like rebar through concrete.
With another twich of his hand a
blade appeared, as if pulled from the aether. It had been a while since he practised Jar'Kai, but in all honesty, he just wanted to have a physical blade in hand in case the Duros tried shooting more solid slugs at him.
He was reasonably confident he could cut the bullets out of the air.
With a final flick of his hand, one half of the dumpster was sent flying in Varn's direction. aiming to land at least one decent hit on a flying target, or at least forcing them to take more evasive manoeuvres after Jasper's initial onslaught of trash.
"Well, come on then." He said, reaching out to make a curling motion with his fingers, Arete hanging loosely in his palm.
"I have things to do, so if you can all hurry up and try to kill me now, that would be great."
Gorba the Hutt
Iris Arani
. He had no lightsaber to deflect the blasterfire but he acted like he might all the same. Even though the fire was random, hitting all around him at least one shot still glanced off his armor. 
