Feet pushed against the floor and his back and head slid across it, until it reached one side of the smoking and destroyed speeder. His body lifted up to lean against it while the blaster rifle pulled close to the boy’s chest, finger resting on the trigger. The rifle itself steamed as it cooled, ready for another few rounds of firing. But no voxyn sound could be made out from the background noise of flames and laser fire, the former being near and the latter distant. It seemed devoid of life. No noise, no movement, no people nor monsters. This area had been left, abandoned, apparently.
He slowly rose, rifle poised, ‘ready’ for anything that may appear out of the blue. The voxyn did not, but the sound of movement did emanate from the other side of the speeder, along with low, drawn out wheezing. Voroll crept from around the smouldering metal carcass to find the beast with many legs not dead, but struggling for life. The blaster had done little to its flesh, merely charring fur. What had managed to keep it pinned to the floor was actually a large, bloodied shard of metal jutting out from the floor. It seemed twisted and cleanly ripped, but its origin was unknown to the twenty-one year old.
Feet patted against the air and the duracrete flooring, trying to claw and get a hold on it. Mouth lay open and tongue wiggled but it did not spit acid. The wheeze was a terrible sound, even for a beast created and bred for the killing of innocent civilians. Such pain the beast endured left Voroll little choice than to activate the beam of his lightsaber through its head, like a bolt gun used for cattle. The claws stopped and the sound of its agonising last minutes faded to nothing.
It was in the moment after he turned around to try and find his way back when he spotted a man clad in armour rushing from around a corner followed by another of the beasts.
“Why are they everywhere?” He muttered to himself, allowing his thoughts to translate into actual speech this time. The armour, as the man sprinted, looked to reminiscent of the same armour Voroll had been wearing: Stormtrooper armour. Now that was interesting.
Unsure if the other Stormtrooper ([member=Galaar Tal'Verda]) had spotted him, Voroll took quick action, even if it was not the best: a small piece of debris became apparent to the vision of the HUD and the Empath underneath the helmet. He tossed it at the running beast – which was catching up to the Stormtrooper at an alarming speed – in the hope that if it went anywhere close to the dog-demon, the similarity in armour would confuse it, or distract it.
