"It's not my signal you should be waiting for, it's theirs'," he assured his master as his lightsaber lit up with a bright blue flash and the Miralukan span out into the fray with his blade in the position needed to send some bolts back at the shooters. "And they already gave it."
He span his saber behind his back and raised his free hand. A second later, a speeder bike was pulled into the air by the force and then thrown up towards the blaster turret being fired from a balcony in front of them. It wasn't a direct hit, crashing just below the target and bouncing off, but it sure as hell freaked out the shooter, who not only stopped firing for a few seconds in order to dive away, but never quite got his aim back when he was forced to return to shooting by his superior.
Soran pushed left, cutting his way through a couple of low-lives and ducking behind a few conveniently placed crates. Whatever they were shifting hopefully wasn't too explosive, because the Jedi was now using it as a shield to avoid getting shot.
"We need to push towards the bridge!" He called out. "That's where all their men came from!"