Private Tough Crowd

[Bao Quayan]

Iella Sunscream | SOMNOL-716


Bao had intentionally moved to a location to stay out of Iella's crosshairs, so while she was upset she didn't hear blaster fire until the droid jumped in, she basically forgot about it the instant she cut a thugs arm off. This is why she got in close, so they couldn't volley fire upon them. She wasn't so much concerned about Iella's safety from a volley so much so as to build a reputation of trust, preventing the death of employers. Bao's swordplay was even more artistic than a Jedi's. While she, in many ways, danced similar to Force Users and their Lightsaber forms, there was a sense of elegance to it, but every movement had purpose. The thug she cut the arm off of, she didn't finish off. She instantly moved to another target, preventing them the opportunity to properly engage in melee. This time, it was a leg, or a gut shot, slicing their belly open.

Only when it seemed like they were all incapacitated, she would jam her sword into the necks of two of the thugs, and jerking it to one side. A simple, jagged death, as a clean slice is only worthy of those in sacrifice or seeking forgiveness. This was her mark; beheading. She made a promise in the bar, and she kept it, whether or not they were already dead on the ground before she beheaded them. When she was done, Iella tossed an arm on one of the dead bodies and Bao looked up to her, silent, with blood on her face. At this moment, she looked dead inside, without emotion. It wasn't that she didn't feel anything by murdering them, but she gave them her word, and that is all she has in this galaxy. She honors her word, and hides her emotions, as it was common practice that emotions get in the way.

She agreed and followed Iella; her words and movement, flicking the blood off her blade before sheathing it as she traced the Hounds footsteps to the ship. Hearing the click of her sheath and hilt, she took a breath. Understanding Iella's words, but not quite taking them into consideration, she found a seat to rest on and calm down. She wiped some of the blood from her face and arms, but her clothes would need washing, when such was available.

 

[SOMNOL-716]

Bao Quayan certainly got the lion's share of the killing; her five to his three. Somnol was surprised to note that there was no additional blaster fire, but as he processed, he supposed it made sense. Hound obviously did not want to damage the product she paid for.

As the battle was going, Somnol spent much of the fight mesmerized by his fellow mercenary's swordplay. Never in his life had he seen a weapon wielded with such grace, poise, and efficiency. It was like a dance. A gruesome, bloody dance where your dancing partner was maimed with extreme prejudice.

He flagged his memory banks. This data deserved further review.

Finally, the last of the criminals fled the scene, realizing too late that they were severely outmatched. Somnol watched them leave, before turning to Hound, who had picked her way up to the pair of them. //Thank you for the assistance,// he stated. He would have said 'thanks for the hand' had his previous joke not gone up in smoke.

The two others began to walk off, and Somnol noted with his thermal scanners that Bao was absolutely covered in blood. To be fair, he was as well, his bronzium body was spattered in flecks of the stuff, running in rivulets down his body. In a way, the heat streaks it made across his body were beautiful. Like splatter art.

As they walked into the ship, Somnol quickly identified the refresher, and acquired a towel. After gathering his prize, he walked up to Bao, who had wiped a little blood from her face and arms, but there was still plenty there. He handed her the towel.

//You are an artist with the blade. Thank you for sharing your art with us.//

He walked away without another word, towards the ship's cockpit. Onto the next adventure, he supposed.

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