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Public Crime of the Century - Open

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As the kick connected, Nos could immediately feel the pain shoot up his ankle to his knees as he tumbled end over end in the aftermath.

The Mando burst with his jetpack for distance leaving the senator behind, instead opting for a spray of bolts fired at Nos.

The Zeltron reached for a boot Vibroknife as he lept to a dumpster for cover. The blade escaped his hand as a blaster bolt hit him center mass, blasting a carbonized mark into the protective vest underneath and altering his mid-air trajectory from the rapid expansion of heat bursting at his chest, knocking the wind from him and delaying his leap for cover.

The Vibroknife he had thrown, however, hit its mark - a clean cut through the hostage's binds- an impressive feat of intensive practice and more than a bit of luck.

As Nos coughed and hacked, he waved for the kid to make a break for it, priming the
stun grenade on his belt and cooking it as he charged out into the fire, tossing it for an airborne detonation closer to Brent Warnel Brent Warnel 's position, then covered his head with his forearms and barged forth to try to keep up.

Between the stun grenade and the wide Zeltron making a run for him, Nos hoped the distraction would buy the kid enough time to get clear, though there was no way he was going escape unscathed like some Jedi in hail of blaster fire - there was only so much heat the SIA Suit sleeves could protect from.

 


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Brent continued his barrage as the Zeltron dove into cover after he landed heavily on the ground. His blaster bolts connected with the other man, and the rest began to strike the dumpster he had taken cover behind. At nearly the same time, Brent saw a flash of reflected light from something flying in the air, and the next thing he knew, the Senator's son was ripping away his bonds and trying to escape.

Brent lept to his feet to recover the situation, continuing to dump blaster bolts into the Zeltron's position to keep him covered and shifting his weight towards Logan, who was on his feet and about to make a break for it.

Brent's HUD lit up as it tracked the grenade from behind the dumpster, followed closely by the Zeltron. Brent's suit sealed, and his visor darkened as the grenade detonated close to him, slightly deafening him but leaving him otherwise unharmed as his suit and armor took the brunt.

With his right hand, he bent his wrist, and his Whipcord launcher shot forth to tangle around Logan's feet. With his left hand, his flamethrower roared to life Nos Voros Nos Voros , intending to keep him back but not hurt him; the bounty was for an individual alive, after all.

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The stun grenade made Nos's ears ring but he averted his gaze in time to avoid the worst of the flash, distant enough from the ion blast.

The bounty hunter lashed Logan with a
Whipcord and a burst of flame roared to cut off his approach. What kind of bodyguard would he be if he wasn't willing to dive through a spray of flaming substance?

Nos continued at full speed, pulling the suit jacket over his head to cover the worst of the burns, the material clinging to the blazer and burning through the material.

Landed in a roll, feeling his skin scorching underneath as he shed the coat - which was now effectively tattered, burning fabric. Underneath was a network of oncd- concealed harnesses, holsters, and bandoliers.

Nos continued the roll to his feet, leaping in the last meter not towards Logan or Brent, but the taught whipcord between them, all 210 lbs pulling down on the cord like a downwards fulcrum of a lever.

Nos gripped the line and tugged, his exposed crimson biceps swelling with the explosive exertion, trying to throw the hovering bounty hunter off balance if he couldnt manage to pull them into arms reach - betting that the Mando was going to detach the cord instead of let it tether him to the Agent.

 


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Brent saw the Zeltron sprint through the fire, covering himself as best as possible from the flames, but it was only so effective. Brent readied himself to engage in close quarters, but the angle of Nos Voros Nos Voros was not toward Brent, but toward his whipcord launcher.

The Zeltron gripped the whipcord and yanked on it with all his strength, trying to pull Brent off balance. It worked, but only so much. Brent outweighed the other man by a significant margin, but it was a single point of contact on his wrist versus the full strength of the other's body force. Brent let the whipcord launcher detach and use the forward momentum from the Zeltron's pull to roll forward closer to the Bounty.

As he rolled, he dropped his pistols and extended both of the blades in his vambraces, coming up with a devastating left uppercut aimed at the Zeltrons torso, meaning to drive his blade deep and take him out of the fight.

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