Racket
Chew Toy
Picking himself up and watching the Jedi extending his arms out at him seemed strange but not all that complicated of a mental complication. The blast from the Force Breaker had been implanted in Racket's own version to make sure the toxins filled the area at the quickest rate. Now like his body had experienced surely so had the abilities of his target. Still a chunk of something was flying through the air at their location. Racket's little legs threw himself to the right, barely avoiding the object that his target hadn't even cared to notice, while his legs pushed him into a sprint of a RacMeer's full speed. The result sending him around his targets upwards of 35 to 40 miles an hour. Both blasters already in hand and unloading at their chest and head regions.
[member="Hakora Shin"], [member="Iris Tyrad"], [member="Carden Lorps"]