Tràkata flinches with both the fangs and the impact of being knocked into a tree, his ears going back, but his jaws are locked and will only release when he wants to open them, and as part of Scout, he has her training in working through pain. His gleaming bronze-clawed forepaws come up to hook and pull at Keiko. All the while he's utterly silent, focusing any attention he might spend on growling or speech on his teeth and claws.

"Shut up," Scout says as levelly as she can. She can't stand turncoats. If they turn because of an external force, well, the Force plays a role in it with Jedi, too, and it doesn't mitigate what they do. Getting mad about it won't help.

When the whatever-that-is flies at her, Scout ignites her lightsaber and moves ahead at a trot. It's a production, like this; a great blade made of white-blue light shimmers into being with a shockwave and light trails its every movement, a comet-tail filled with sparks. She slashes the air and crescents of the blade fly off, each with their own trail, trying for the mushi. If she doesn't get them all that's all right, as long as they're after her they're not aware of her dæmon.

She can't worry about the two men now. Scout's focus is on closing the distance and getting her blade or hands on the Harbinger.