Blasters that you could hold in your palm, could not have the necessary energy to break a lot of things. They were designed to catch people up close, not at a distance. Beskar was the, if not one of the, strongest armors in the galaxy. However, that did not go without saying that despite the heat being dissipated on the back of his armored leg, the kinetic energy that went with the shots still remained, henceforth why you still saw Mandalorians getting shot with blasters and then getting back up. Also, considering that the J1's only had six shots a piece, they didn't do as much damage as they could. Preliat rolled on the ground, the energy slamming him face first to the ground. His HUD whizzed and whirled, but came back online. 360 degree vision, rangefinder, target finder, all came back in a flash. Jarring, but he was used to it.
The dislocated knee, not so much. Contrary to popular belief and movies, you actually did need to seek medical attention to properly fix a dislocation. So Preliat, for this, wasn't going to be rolling, running, or kicking anytime soon. Grasping his knee, he shoved it back into place, letting out an ear-piercing scream as he crawled over to some crates, weighing his options for the time being.
And then he smiled behind his helmet, and waited for him to come and arrest him, or try to make a move on him, after all, that was his protocol. And no way that the J1 was going to get through his armor, not without some more shots. He wasn't that good, but he definitely had some training. Preliat crossed his wrists over each other, and gently waited, trying to ignore the seering pain in his leg, due to the muscle fibers and nerve endings being rattled about by the dislocated knee bone.
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