Time slowed down as the ambush was sprung, lightsabers ignited all around Nicair and his three companions. One of his vod went down immediately, a burning gash running across his chest, the Mandalorian moved perpendicular to his original position, firing his blaster as he did so. It took some last minute calculations to factor in his movement, the motion of the glowing blue lightsaber, and the movement of the Jedi but he was able to do so without any real trouble. His blaster blasts echoed off the stone walls and the red light of the bolts glinted in the darkness. One of them was able to connect with a Jedi's chest, throwing him against the wall with its power, the others shouted out a name that Nicair couldn't make out. He counted two other lightsabers glowing. Nicair was forced to duck out of the way as one of his culture-kin was thrown towards him by the force, the body clipped his right shoulder and spun his torso a little over ninety degrees, it was enough force to send him reeling into a corridor wall. Just keep it as distant as you can, you can probably out do them in hand to hand, but it'll be like taking your fists to a lightsaber fight, gauntlets and everything.
He charged from his position and slid up to his last standing brother, the two lightly bounced against each other as their backs touched.
"K'oyacyi vod." He greeted his companion as the two circled around each other, back to back. Their shots were precise yet random, they were doing what they could to make their blasts as hard to predict as possible so as to avoid any kind of deflection. The Jedi danced around them, deflecting the blasts into the walls around them, but they were getting more accurate as the small battle went on, but Nicair noticed something else; one of them was lagging behind. He keyed in on the slower Jedi, no doubt some kind of apprentice or "padawan" he thought they were called. His blasts were more focused on what he could see to be a boy, two to him, one to his elder, three to him, one to his elder, and on down the line as his firing became smoother and faster. It didn't take him long to realized that the Jedi were starting to figure out his pattern, such was dangerous, unless it was what he wanted them to do. They would trade positions in an attempt to get him confused in the darkness, for he couldn't quite see them. For a split second though, their was the briefest moment of confusion as they were getting resituated. It was in that moment that Nicair fired down at what he assumed to be the legs of the padawan. The strategy worked and the lightsaber seemed to drop, he fired continuously for the boys head and after awhile, the lightsaber stopped moving, at least one of his shots had connected. The Mandalorian had killed a boy, someone he hoped was at least going through their moody teenager phase.
He could hear grunting behind him but he didn't have time to worry as the now lone Jedi pushed his advance. Nicair threw his blaster to the ground and in one swift motion grabbed the beskad at his hip. He had never been trained to use such a tool, but he had extensive knowledge in bladed weapons, it transfers right? This was what he hoped as the two slashed at each other, the beskad's hard mandalorian iron taking the brunt of the steaming lightsaber in sharp cracks and snaps. Nicair did admit that the weapon was slightly heavier than some other weapons he had used, not enough to really throw him off, it was the shortness that did that all on its own. He gave a quick thrust but the Jedi moved to the side and swatted his blade down on the beskad, Nicair had to duck to avoid the back swing. Once he had made it to his feet he gave a sharp front kick, the Jedi faltered and the Mandalorian took the advantage with a left handed overhand swing. The Jedi spun to his right and sent a hard slash across Nicairs ribs, he felt a sharp burn against his side but that wasn't what he was thinking about as the beskad just barely caught the Jedi with the tip of the blade against his collar bone, a vicious crack could be heard as it broke beneath the weight of the weapon. Blood flowed from the wound as the man stood back up, the Mandalorian tested his blocks, they were getting sloppy, there was too much slack.
He sent a rising diagonal slash with his left hand, the Jedi was able to catch it in its arc. Good, this was intentional. Nicair then sent an elbow to the Jedi's head, another crack as bone met Mandalorian steel. He took the opportunity and spun to his left, lowering his body as he did so and slashing across the Jedi's stomach. The blood near blinded his helmet. The Jedi fell to the ground with a thud. He got to his feet and looked around, the Mandalorian he had gone back to back with was finishing off his own Jedi with a blaster bolt, his foot against the man's neck. When the individual took of its helmet and turned he could see that it wasn't a man, but a woman that had covered him. He felt no shame or any of the like from this fact but he was simply taking in new information. He nodded to her as he walked over,
"You handle yourself well." He said to her as he took off his own helmet.
"I know, vod, you do too. Shae." She stuck her forearm out to him, he clasped it with vigor.
"Nicair." He squeezed the grasp and nodded. The woman gave him a small smile and turned away, her ebony hair lashing him in the face. Well, he thought, intriguing. He heard mutters from behind him and turned to find the Jedi he had done battle with attempting to crawl towards him.
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