"...GRAH!" Despite his efforts to dodge, the lightsaber pierced his hip, nearly toppling him over. Yet, Nai' Frerstal managed to steel himself, and using his good hand, he yanked out his double-bladed knife, and made a swift stab at the open wound, hoping to strike one of his most important organs. The hang moved swiftly and speedily, not giving much time [member=Ryan Korr] to dodge. ' YOU WILL DIE BEFORE MY HANDS, JEDI! ' The Barabel thought furiously to himself.
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Money [One Sith - Suns Vs. Reps]
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Ryan whipped his lightsaber up, attempting to drag it through the Barabel's body from hip to head before the incoming knife thrust landed. The blue bar of plasma could cut through durasteel like wax. A body of scales, blood, and bone would be far easier. Movements accelerated by the Force, Ryan could only hope the blade reached the lizard's brain, or heart, in time.
Even as he did so, he felt the tip of the knife enter his flesh and continue to push on.
[member="Nai' Frerstal"]
Even as he did so, he felt the tip of the knife enter his flesh and continue to push on.
[member="Nai' Frerstal"]
Kaiden Rohn
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Doc heard it. Doc smelled it. It was hard to sneak up on someone who had literally gotten into fistfights with Sith and criminals - and won. It was even harder to get into fights with someone from Havoc squad, and at the least, lead the damn team. Doc already had his knife in his hands, all he had to do was turn around as he heard the snarls, the claws on the building, the smell of it's fur, the hot breath that it presented, feel it's eyes upon him. Doc was one sneaky son of a queen, it would take less than a tiger coming at him for him to go down. Doc turned and socked it with his knuckle dusters first, right on the schnozzle. Sure, that wouldn't do much but make it mad, but Doc slammed his knee into the tiger's neck, forcing it upwards, before it gave off a roar, scratching desperately at it's armor. Rage or not, physically, it had not changed much, it just had a bloodlust. Made it stupid. Made it savage. Not like how it usually hunted, they would be better off without the poison they had taken. Havoc was on station now, replacing the Rent-A-Cops with savage and brutal efficiency. They had the best gear, and ushered off the locals and the security forces. The stock exchange fell silent for a moment, in terms of return fire, before it all erupted at once. Havoc squad worked well together, they timed their return fire in bursts, not giving the enemy time to get out of cover for very long.
Doc dug the knife into the top of the beast's mouth, going straight for it's brain. He snarled, twisting and dragging it out. Havoc squad had fought Sith, hounds were no problem by a long shot. Shotguns and assault rifles cut down whatever came Havoc's way, and they began to dwindle in number. Doc turned and looked at the camera, removing his blaster, and firing a single shot at the two cameras near him. Nobody was going to be making a show out of this.
Doc dug the knife into the top of the beast's mouth, going straight for it's brain. He snarled, twisting and dragging it out. Havoc squad had fought Sith, hounds were no problem by a long shot. Shotguns and assault rifles cut down whatever came Havoc's way, and they began to dwindle in number. Doc turned and looked at the camera, removing his blaster, and firing a single shot at the two cameras near him. Nobody was going to be making a show out of this.
"Gr...GRAH!" Nai' Frerstal screeched. The saber slowly ripped through his body, and right as it reached his stomach, scorching the organs inside, he used his other hand, and tried to shove his hand away, while with his other hand, instead of putting all of his force in knocking the saber away, he tried shoving It straight into the man's organs. The saber tore right above his leg, his left falling off. He used all his remaining strength in shoving in the knife in more, before he passed out from the sheer pain.
[member=Ryan Korr]
[member=Ryan Korr]
Prince of Nothing
White-hot pain scorched through Ryan's nervous system followed quickly by a blanket of pure cold that sent waves of goosebumps across his flesh. The Barabel slumped backward, dismembered and either unconscious or dead. Korr looked down. Red spread outward from a knife embedded in his white tunic. He stared at the hilt, the rest of the blade embedded in his stomach. Strange. He couldn't feel the pain. It all seemed so... so numb.
Abruptly a loud explosion deafened his ears and blinded his vision. Ryan fell over, screaming and clutching his ears. He lay like that for what seemed an age, but when his sight finally returned he saw the cop who had taken him hear kneeling over him. A SWAT team moved to secure the vault. Comprehension flooded Ryan along with the return of his senses. Korr's efforts had provided enough of a distraction to allow time for the police force to arrive. They'd tossed in flashbangs, blinding himself and probably the Zabrak woman as well. The SWAT team were all pointing blaster carbines at her and screaming at her to put her hands on her head and get down.
Ryan lay on the floor, completely spent. He didn't know if he would die or not. All he knew was that the Zabrak woman had been right. He'd probably just died protected a bunch of crimelords' money. A bloody chuckle erupted from his lips, then sight and sound faded once more.
He awoke several days later at the Raltiir hospital inside a bacta tank. He'd managed to survive his wounds, but the bloodloss had been severe. Time would only tell how much of the damage could be healed.
[member="Nai' Frerstal"] @Xyra Rahn
Abruptly a loud explosion deafened his ears and blinded his vision. Ryan fell over, screaming and clutching his ears. He lay like that for what seemed an age, but when his sight finally returned he saw the cop who had taken him hear kneeling over him. A SWAT team moved to secure the vault. Comprehension flooded Ryan along with the return of his senses. Korr's efforts had provided enough of a distraction to allow time for the police force to arrive. They'd tossed in flashbangs, blinding himself and probably the Zabrak woman as well. The SWAT team were all pointing blaster carbines at her and screaming at her to put her hands on her head and get down.
Ryan lay on the floor, completely spent. He didn't know if he would die or not. All he knew was that the Zabrak woman had been right. He'd probably just died protected a bunch of crimelords' money. A bloody chuckle erupted from his lips, then sight and sound faded once more.
He awoke several days later at the Raltiir hospital inside a bacta tank. He'd managed to survive his wounds, but the bloodloss had been severe. Time would only tell how much of the damage could be healed.
[member="Nai' Frerstal"] @Xyra Rahn