Graad turned at the crowd behind him. The blaster at his side was nothing but dead weight at this point. All it would do is clank around and make him uncomfortable, so Graad drew it from it's holster and threw it aside. His opponents looked extremely pissed. This was going to be fun. Graad's hand reached up to his chin and assisted him in cracking his neck. After giving a deep sigh, the tall man balled his hands into fists and slowly approached the livid crowd. There numbers range slightly above ten, but it didn't matter to Graad, half of them were drunk.
The charging men stopped in front of Graad. Their anger turned into fury at the site of their path being blocked. Graad gave a cocky smile and spoke to gentlemen before him, saying, "Hello boys. I happen to be an acquaintance of the man you're chasing, so if you want to take him and do whatever it is your going to do with him, you'll have to take me down first. Now, I'll give you a chance..." A man charged at Graad before he could finish his sentence. Well, it looked like they weren't going to get any chances.
The man charging Graad swayed back and forth as he ran forward. He punched in sloppy fashion, and easily allowed Graad to push the fist out of the way. The man probably wasn't expecting it, since he stumbled forward. Graad took the opportunity to grab the back of the mans head and smash it straight into one of Graad's moving fists.
The rest of them surrounded Graad. It was obvious that Graad's calculation of half of them being drunk was wrong. They were all drunk. Every man around Graad was stumbling where they stood and tripping over the air around them. Instead of waiting for the men to start attacking, Graad started the assault. He ran up to one of the men and shoved him into the alley wall. A well placed knee in the stomach sent the man reeling over. Graad's hand covered the drunkard's forehead, and smashed his head into the wall. The man's body collapsed right after the impact.
He felt a man grab one of his arms as another hit him in the back of the head. The punch was weak and sloppy, but hurt none the less. Graad's fist found it's way into the nose of the man holding him. His arms instantly let go as the came out to cover his nose, and to stop the blood gushing out. Graad turned around to look at the one who it him. It was a scrawny man in his late 20s. Graad saw a limp as the intoxicated man walked forward with another swing. His left leg was clearly injured. Graad simply stepped around the uncoordinated man's swing and kicked in the back of the knee on his left leg, causing him to cry out in pain. The scrawny man, now down on one knee, was the perfect height for a strong kick, so Graad swung his leg and smashed it into the right side of the man's head. He fell to the ground.
Graad ran back to the man with the bloody nose, and grabbed him by the neck. The man moved his arms from his face and tried to tare Graad's arm away from his neck. In response, Graad shoved him back. During the man's stagger backwards, Graad ran up, grabbed his head, and threw it down while forcing his own knee up. The man bounced back up, dazed. It was apparent that he was close to unconsciousness, so Graad threw his entire body into a punch.
When Graad turned back at the group behind him, he was only met with their backs as they were running away. He gave a soft chuckle while wiping the blood off of his hand. It seemed like he did his job nicely. The mandalorian began his trot back to the alley where he was payed. He was glad that the men were as drunk as they were, because his body already was beginning to ache.
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