WotJ 8

The lead trooper fired at him, blaster emitting rings of concentric blue. Luke barely intercepted them with his blade, the energy dancing along it and vanishing.

  And of course if they capture me I’ll be executed, Luke thought. I’d rather avoid that, too.

  The stormtrooper paused, then nodded at his fellows. The squad began to spread out, advancing across the glade toward him.

  Let the Force guide you, Luke thought. But he turned uncertainly one way and then the other as the troopers executed a flanking maneuver.

  There’s too many of them, shrilled the voice of doubt in his head. Three remotes isn’t anything like eight living adversaries.