Once free of the whirlwind, Galen held his hand out for his saber. It leapt willingly to his hand and he grasped it, the blade returning to life. He spun it back to it's comfortable position before he began to move forward, his eyes intent. But then her Force wave hit. He tried to block it but it flung him back hard into the wall and he sank to the ground, his saber sliding from his grasp and flicking off.
He reached up, holding his head before staggering to his feet. He had faith that Mara wouldn't attack him unless he made a move against her again so he took the time to regain his senses. He could feel the pounding in his head and knew that he was going to have quite the headache, but the pain would help him focus.
His eyes looked around on the ground, searching for his fallen weapon.