To Win.

[Ak'lya]

Strask set the grenade launcher down and just started walking. Not running, just walking towards the form of @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]. Was she alright? He didn't want to kill her. It wasn't necessary. And so he walked, stopping at the twenty meter mark. She was hurt, badly. And would need care soon. He pulled out a comlink, called the local hospital, and said. "I've got a seriously injured victim here. Track comm. I have to go." And then he tossed the comm over to her, landing it right next to her head. And then, he turned and walked away.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra struggled to look at who spoke, her eyes trying to find the face or form of the man but that only served to push her towards the void faster, her vision fading as she pushed herself to keep going. Her body pushed on, fueled as best she could before she passed out unconcious ten minutes before the medical personel arrived. She had been broken and beaten, blaster wounds and stone shrapnel, her body was scarred and it was something that she would be dealing with for a while on. She had been stupid, nearly killed and then left in pity and humiliation by who ever had called for the Medical aid, she would not let such a fate go without revenge, if she ever found out who had done this, she would killed him but not before causing him to feel the same pain. @[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

(( Thank you for the Roleplay, certainly came out of that with more injuries than i though i would.))