Big Trouble in Little Coruscant

[Thraxis]

His eyes snapped onto Cadan as it had seemed that he was the lest level headed of the group, his actions defined the setting for the rest of the night. Or at least the next ten minutes. A battle fury was about to unfold, though Thraxis was more hoping for a good old fashioned slugfest to unfurl a gun fight was a good enough substitute.

He straightened up as his hands moved down towards his Blasters he had strapped to his belt that were hidden behind his Trenchcoat, "Cadan! Back here behind the Counter, you to Ashalah!" Thraxis demanded as he vaulted over the counter, the bartender huddled behind it shivering in terror. Anyone could tell this was his first day on the job, and it seemed things were about to get exciting. Thraxis peered over the counter, his hands pulling out his Blasters as he started to pick off the madmen who had yet to hide behind any form of cover.
[member="Kalous Anson"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Ashalah Ky"]
[member="Solan Charr"] [member="Barrett Haskins"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Kalous Anson"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Ashalah Ky"] @Solan Charr @Barret Haskins.

The charging woman was enough to make him regret stepping in to try and keep this kid or of harms way. Which it seemed meant putting himself in harms way and as the ball of fat slammed past him he grew a bit... annoyed. He was already feeling the emotions of everyone in the room thanks to his empathy but that ball of rage that bellowed up from in him just spiked when it got a taste of the other emotions in the room. Without so much as a second moments hesitation, his hands removed a side blaster from his waist and drew one of the Zin Daisho blades he ha received from his bid in an auction not too long ago.

He drew a breath in and aimed the blaster up at the closest light fixtures, firing into them while people started to swarm and try to get out of the way of the fray. It took about a second a shot and two to position the blaster's muzzle in the right direction. Leaving the area around himself in a closer fog of shadows that would give him a bit more mobility. He worried not about the woman who no was charging the kid, all he cared about was finishing the job he was here to do. It was time to kill himself some criminals and that fact made the smile under his mask grow indefinitely.

When Solan fought, his visage without the mask became that of a blood thirsty creature, devoid of anything but the will to take a life one after another. But even in the shadows he created he let himself melt farther into them with his hand returning the blaster to his waist and taking both hands to the hilt of the blade he had drawn. It was a close ranged weapon, and in this crowd it would serve as a silent scalpel to remove the very strands that clung to life. It was such a fate the first of the criminals who had emerged faced himself with. Solan's body erupting from the the crowd to plunge the blade deep into the chest of the man infront of him, withdrawing it just as face to slink back into the crowd and let the blood of the man trail down the blade itself. "Lets have some fun..." His mind spoke into the crowd and sound around him. He was going to enjoy this.