Nar Shadda Duel

[PadawnPrawn]

Fletcher scowled in frustration and let his hand fall to his side. "What are you?!" he asked, both panicked and angry. He had never met a being where the Force didn't work on them. Or he'd at least never attacked one.

The Padawan, still fuelled by the Force, leapt out of the way. In moments he had his lightsaber ignited and had swung it downwards quickly in a desperate attempt to disarm his opponent or at least distract him. He was becoming weaker as the fight went on.

[member="James M Parker"]

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"]

Lifting his outlaw shotgun, Parker moved to dodge but however was disarmed of his weapon when the kid brought down his saber. With a clean cut the saber sliced through the barrel of the shotgun, clean through the internal workings and out the other side leaving a trail of molten orange slag and burnt metal.

Parker let out a scream of frustration and quickly threw what remained of the shotgun at the Jedi before bounding over to pick up his lil monster submachine gun. Once in his arms he loaded up a magazine of sith killer ammo and plugged it into the magazine well by under arming the weapon. Grabbing the weapon he pointed it at the kid and spoke.

"I'm your worst nightmare. Now I'm going to give you thirty seconds to run." He said then shot out a laugh that made him sound as if he belonged in Arkham Asylum.

"DID YOU HEAR ME!? RUN CHICKEN LITTLE!" Parker screamed and with his arm firmly grasped around the weapon he aimed it dead at the kid looking to fire on him if he jumped again.

The kid probably couldn't keep this up much longer, being shot by a .38 special was no laughing matter and more than likely soon he'd lose enough blood to make him easy prey.

 

[PadawnPrawn]

Fletcher turned and ran without a second thought, feeling he could still outwit his opponent. The Force helped him overcome the physical limitations of the injuries as he jumped and grabbed onto a wall. He pulled himself up quickly. This would give him the higher ground. He ran back in the direction of the docks, leaping over walls and obstacles that were in his way but still holding his lightsaber defensively. The pain in his shoulder was throbbing all the while.

[member="James M Parker"]

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"]

Parker lifted his head back and let out his crazed laughter as he watched the kid run away. Lifting up his robotic arm he inspected it and laughed a bit more in slower more low pitched cackles and scoffs. The metal was warped and various hydraulic fluids were dripping from the forearm.

"That was fun." He said with a chuckle and decided that it was probably smart to let the kid run.

His arm was in no shape for a fight and he certainly wasn't going to be running him down with his one organic hand and a submachine gun that fired heavy rounds like a .38 special. So he would have to hunt the kid down at a later date, besides his ARC contacts would have recorded the kid's face so finding him wouldn't be all to hard. So Parker turned around and slung the gun over his shoulder.

"Well back to work!" He said as he lifted another spice joint into his mouth and took a long hit from it after lighting it up.

((Good fight, I think this is a decent end.))