Return of The Warlord!

[Snarykk]

[SIZE=36pt] Return of The Warlord[/SIZE]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_jILnuwbTRk

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[SIZE=36pt]‘Roaring Bantha Cantina…’[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=22pt]…Read the neon sign outside. Inside this disgusting, scum filled establishment was an uprising. Inside were thirty-five people, all armed to the teeth with blasters and explosives, ranging from Chiss to Droids. On top of a table stood Snarykk, the self-proclaimed ‘Ewok of Death’, a DL-18 blaster pistol in hand, a bandolier of thermal detonators strapped across his chest.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=22pt]“Yub Nub!”[/SIZE], he screamed, the angry mob turning to face him. He activated his translator. “We have been oppressed and discriminated against due to our appearance and our significant amount of fur!”, He shouted angrily, spit flying everywhere. He snarled, firing a bolt into the bored looking bartender, who simply glanced down at his wound and maintaining his careless expression, collapsed with a thud. “Onwards!”, he shouted, hurrying out the door as the others followed him, guns blazing. They stormed the streets, blasting everything. Random bystander? Bam! You’re dead, pal! Some bantha? Blasted to Oblivion! Womp rat? It’s done. This murder fest was a wannabe coup to overthrow...Uhm, someone had to be effected by this but not that Snarykk knew who exactly. He suddenly raised his blaster, firing at a fleeing Jawa, taking it down with a single shot.

 

[Wolfgang]

Fang....That's what some people called the mercenary that sat in the Roaring Bantha Cantina. His friends knew him by name: Wolfgang. Yet he was rarely called by name. Family called the teen Guardian Wolf, but that was family.

The tattooed teen sat in a dark corner of the filled Cantina dressed in his normal all black attire. The quiver on his back full of razor sharp arrows, his bow right next to him, on his lower back strapped to his belt was a vibroknife just in case an enemy got too close.

The young Merc sat quietly as an Ewok got up onto the bar counter and began yelling. Honesty Fang didn't care...Up until he shot the bartender. That alone didn't make the archer mad, it was the fact that the furball shot an innocent man who was just doing his job. Whatever patron shot out of the cantina as soon as they heard the bolt fire. Not Fang. The Merc hung back and waited for the men to leave.

The rioters were too busy shouting and cheering as they exited to notice the tattooed boy. He stepped outside and watched as inocennt after innocent was killed. Make no mistake, Fang wasn't a goody two shoes, he killed a fair share of people, but this attack seemed unprovoked. Fang reached back and grabbed an arrow he would slide it out of the quiver and set in on the bowstring.

He'd let out a breath of air as he readied the bow and pulled back the string. When it was far enough, the teen would release the bowstring and watch as the arrow was propelled forward, it's feathered end bouncing off the bow as it left. The arrow would fly a course into one of the rioters who dropped a few seconds later. He would ready another Arrow and take out another rioter.


He looked for the Ewok...That little thing was making a mess.

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