CORUSCANT
LEVEL 1313
PORTAL TO THE UNDERWORLD
The two Jedi on top of the armored Hutt were a pain in the Mynock.
Somehow, the Jedi pair had managed to deflect, stop or block basically everything thrown at them; including a gatling blaster canon, acid-tipped slugs, an out of control swoop bike, and now an attack from Lirka Ka. Though, Varm Nul had to admit it seemed par for the course with Jedi, though the Duros was no slouch when it came to tackling Force Users. At some point, they had to start feeling the fatigue... you couldn't keep throwing around Force power like that, without feeling it wear on the body.
But, what did Varm Nul know, he wasn't a Jedi or Sith.
No, he was a simple Duros trying to make his way in the universe.
"Keep up the pressure, boss," Varm Nul called to the armored Hutt, who's identity was concealed within the plating, purposefully avoiding the use of Gorba's name.
"I'm flankin'!"
With another burst of his jetboot thrusters, the Duros skidded sideways and started to loop through the air, as the sliced dumpster was sent flying through the space where he had been. Varm Nul wondered if the Jedi even cared what happened to that flying projectile, whether it would hit innocent bystanders or knock a speeder from the sky?
Probably not.
Varm Nul's gauntlet began to beep, as he targeted the two Jedi below, his distance and speed maintained - though he wasn't foolish enough to keep a simple flight path, he altered it, to avoid that bow. One didn't approach a Jedi closely unless there was no other choice. With a final dead tone, the targeting systems on the gauntlet alerted the Duros to being ready, to which Varm Nul smirked with his sharp teeth and aimed the arm forward--
"Stayin' in one spot? Risky."
--and fired off a small barrage of whistling birds at the pair. The small projectiles were beskar, explosive-tipped, and moved through the space in an assortment of angles and trajectories. Small smoke trails followed the rapid lines taken, and the Jedi would find impact coming from different angles. And to keep them busy - assuming tackling armored Gorba and Lirka weren't enough - Varm Nul continued to pepper their position with his acid-tipped slugs...