The words hit Aiden with a small twist of a dismissive tone that he spoke. He hadn't listened to a word. He had no intention of listening. Aiden struggled to believe that someone out there could be dumber than the majority of the bounty hunters sent after him, but this took the cake. A self righteous, and obviously uncaring "Jedi", who was dismissing Aiden as a non-threat. As someone who was of no consequence what so ever. The other words he'd say were noted however those would be what stuck out to Aiden.
He'd make him pay dearly for that.
Aiden watched this man casually leap forward at similar speeds to his own, a speed that he could easily track. A speed that his accelerated mind normally operated at, watching the man keep his blade down, almost inviting him to attack. Which either meant he really was that stupid and thought nothing of the boy, or was the most obvious trap in the world. Either way, Aiden wasn't about to let someone just waltz on past him. Which was why after calculating the best possible intercept, he would react by first doing a much smaller and quicker hop to now be in the way of the Jedi. His training with both Sergei and Gianna would come in as his body did as it was trained, and his mind visualized the plan. This was a knife fight, and for all intents and purposes that sword of his was a big knife. If it was something knew it was how to fight people with knives.
The first thing he did was as he hopped, he reached down and flicked a pin away from one of Synthetic Yorik Coral Grenades, causing it to immediately discharge a massive volume of smoke quite rapidly around his person. This smoke would envelope his position spreading rapidly and would obscure the two if this Jedi decided not to try and avoid. Which for most would be supremely difficult thanks to the fact that he'd jumped instead of ran forward. This smoke would be impenetrable to most senses, especially the force as the force dead yorik coral particles were diffused throughout the smoke. Something he bet that this "Jedi" wasn't paying attention to since he was clearly a non-threat. And once he went inside, it would only be a matter of time before it seeped into his clothes, his hair, his skin, bringing with it the yorik coral and all of the wonderful nastiness that would entail for this force user. This tactic was commonly trained on Dire Wolf Commandos, as since these grenades negated the force it allowed for much easier takedowns of very dangerous users of the force, specifically Jedi and Sith. This worked by establishing a cloud absolutely saturated with the yorik coral particles, which were force dead effectively having the same effect of sticking someone into a force dead suit of some kind. Most experienced extreme nausea, dizziness, or light headed sensations. A few even were so in touch with the force subconsciously that they started vomiting. One thing was certain however, the force dead particulates would negate any force user's abilities while in the cloud. And the longer they were in here, the worse it got. The large particles of yorik coral also made the cloud require special sensors to see through it, making it extremely great at obscuring and concealing one's position. This was why when Aiden swapped vision modes seamlessly into low level X-ray vision, he could see the outlines of everyone's skeletons, their weapons, their armor, all perfectly through the thick smoke. As the smoke continued billowing out of the grenade it would form a 30 foot wide cloud of the stuff, a veritable void where the force was choked out and smothered.
And that was only the first step, disorient and distract his would be "attacker".
His second move was to step forward with his left hand forward, right hand still at his sternum in reserve. First rule of winning a knife fight was to secure the knife. His goal was to snatch the wrist of the jedi, twist the arm so the blade would be forced down, and then yank out and away to hopefully dislocate the shoulder. He did this while also noting that the jedi might respond to his act of aggression with an attack of his own, readying himself to parry whichever way was necessary to mitigate the strike as much as possible, but still achieve his stated goal of getting control over the blade. He wouldn't block as he'd seen what that sword did to the wall behind them, and knew that somehow either the blade itself was augmented, or the user was and he would take no chances with either.
This was the second step of "disarming" his attacker.
As soon as blade control was reached, his right fist would come into play. It would snap forward twice like a viper, the first blow aimed at the Jedi's face to break his nose. The second was aimed directly at his throat to crush his larynx. He was mindful of what the Jedi might do to counter, keeping his "eyes" out for the lightsaber and the telltale draw of it to attack him. These strikes were faster, and lighter than what he could have done. His intent wasn't to seriously hurt or kill with the strikes, but rather to ensure that the Jedi would have his train of thought broken. Mainly because there was nothing like breaking someone's nose to stop all thought processes and get their mind to recoil in pain.
This was the third step, breaking his attacker's focus.
And finally as his right hand came back to his guard, he would finish this combo with a front kick aimed directly at the jedi's "family jewels". He would strike with enough speed and strength to crush durasteel, being as this man was one of people that had so carelessly chosen to just discard that his friends had murdered hundreds of thousands. He knew Gia would be very, very angry with him for lashing out like this but he couldn't help it. As a small token of mercy he would let go of the jedi if the blow landed, allowing some of the impact to dissipate as it flung him from the cloud of smoke. He could feel the shade smiling at him, getting so close to being lethal, so dangerously close to the ledge. All he would have to do was draw his sword and he could kill this fool. Him and all of his stupid friends who thought that sacrificing innocent lives was acceptable. But he wouldn't do this. He couldn't and hope to face aunt Gia ever again. So he'd settle for this kick, coming back to his fighting stance immediately as he readied for the next round.
This was the final step, breaking his attacker's resolve.
His voice would ring out at the Jedi, a distinct tinge of rage in his words.
"If you aren't going to listen to a word I've said, shut up. I'll put this into words that your pre-sapient brain can handle,"
"You. Shall. Not. Pass,"
As the rest of the men arrived and began shooting Aiden would grab two more grenades, flicking pins loose as he chucked them towards the new combatants. One of them was another smoke grenade to break the line of sight between
Darth Prazutis
and them, aimed more as a lateral toss to get more horizontal coverage and keep
Gerwald Lechner
and
Redd
from being aimed directly at. The second was right at them, being a flashbang that would skitter across the ground and detonate with blinding flash and a deafening
WHUMP! He prepared to reload his pistol as this wasn't going to go well if he didn't have an option for keeping these idiots from shooting him the moment the smoke dissipated. And since they wouldn't be able to see into the smoke that was his one advantage, meaning he'd have to use it.
(OOC: Slight edit, forgot the theme)
AMCO
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Runi Verin
// Mishel Kryze
