It was done in a instant.
His only chance to not look like a coward- his chance to save- his chance to redeem was thrown away by the girl that blocked it, when she blocked it his anger continued to build, he wanted to scream, he wanted to kill, but there was nothing a Clone could do against a force user.
CG-4287 had most of what he needed to defend himself against a average non-force user, Martial Arts, Marksmanship, but against the force? There was nothing the Clone could do, Other then tuck his tail between his legs and hide- no- but the clone didn't want to do that, what would his troopers think?
What would his ARC Squadron think?
Before CG-4287 could shoot another bolt, he suddenly felt something overwhelm him, he was being lifted off the ground, and in the sole second he was flying across the bar hitting against a dura-steel wall, his body ached already, being thrashed around- it was too much for the clone.
The clone slid down the wall some of his armor pieces falling off of him, his blaster fell out of his hand as he cradled himself- the pain of being thrown was bad enough.
CG-4287 slowly stood up holding his side, he grabbed his pistol once more keeping at his side before sliding down the wall to rest there for a few minutes
He was going to watch the whole thing.
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