A 'tank' in flesh-form maybe, but he was still mortal. Just from a universe with a different set of rules than she was, as well as having to be one of a very very few who achieved the level he did. By necessity. "Understood!" Came his call back, deflecting some of the droid's blaster shots up and away given the golden-aura around him before back into the fray.

Keeping himself on the ground this time however, so that it would be harder for the tanks to shoot at him. Close-combat, tearing through the droids as they attempted to swarm him. The IGs were annoying, the electric pikes stinging and he snarled back before taking them down. Definitely a descendant of a warrior-race, as he'd told her before. But he had limits, even if he was used to pushing past them.

Unfortunately his attention was taken as he fired another one of those blasts at a group of Dekas heading Ahsoka's way. "Not this time!" Which meant another near-hit as he dodged the main blast from the tank, but the explosion still knocked him back and away. Shaking himself off, as he got to one-knee. Green-eyes narrowing, drawing more at his reserves, then back into the battle.