Alf moved now out of pure instinct and reflex. He brought up his hand, stopping De'Ville from crashing down on him with use of the Force. He himself, stumbled backwards as the beast turned back around and started limping towards them. He looked to De'Ville for answers. This was out of his area of expertise. He didn't even have a weapon to defend them and he was only moderate with his Force skills, but perhaps there was something he could do.

He drew on the Force for strength, trying to focus it all on the beast's amputated foot. It slowly rose into the air, moving with Alf's hand as he rose it to level with the animal's face. Once it was high enough, he swung with all the strength adn Force he could muster right at the animal.