Blackout
The Gamorrean
hurled a table at him, which Luke bisected, then struck at him with an
ax at the same moment a ricocheting blaster bolt caught Luke glancingly
on the shoulder. Either the blaster was turned fairly low or its
power cell was exhausted, but the jolt of it knocked him, gasping and confused,
to the floor. He rolled, his vision blurring, blacking. Cut
at the Gamorrean, who'd been joined by a friend, also wielding an ax--double
vision? Luke wondered cloudily, but he took off one assailant's arm
and tried to get to his feet and out the door. He couldn't--his head
was swimming too badly for him to figure out why--and he could only slash
upward at his remaining assailant, cleaving in half the table that slammed
down on him before it could crush his bones.
The cold
sick weakness of shock and the sensation of something being wrong with
the gravity . . . .
Then
the Klaggs were gone, leaving a shambles of blood and broken furniture.
Luke stayed conscious just long enough to switch off his lightsaber.