Ruxan Jones
Dom Nar
Laphisto
(The astromech is behind you,
Ruxan Jones
, you goofball! Otherwise, nice post; you might get a nice butt-scar to remember me by, before this is over with. Otherwise, here comes the pain - for both of us!)The Amaran was startled to find that her accidentally well-placed shot had done very little to slow down the Pale Jackass that was STILL adamant on mopping the floor with her furry ass. It was unfortunate that this little Bantha shite had even started this most wretched debacle to begin with! Doubtless, her Paigun contact had slipped out of the back of the cantina... Assuming she survived, Zefgahld would have to arrange another, even less conspicuous meeting...
Zefgahld, who was in the process of aiming yet another shot to aid the bizarre, reptilian Force User from the onslaught of Gamorreans all around him, was once again forced to retrain her sights on the Near-Human who had resumed his charging towards her; now only several steps away...
Zefgahld's blaster illuminated the dancefloor in scarlet once again for a moment, the shot burning the Pale One's shoulder as it glanced past him, missing the vulpinoid's intended target... The pale man snarled his fury, his own shot missing S19-C90 (thank the Light!) by a wide margin, and striking a drunkenly-laughing, effeminately-dressed Blood Carver's chin, the shot scorching up through the top of his yellow reptilian skull even as he had been in the process of lifting a datapad from an unsuspecting, cowering human with scarlet, unkempt hair and glasses at the very edge of the fight. Panicking and crying, the lanky young human made a break for a nearby emergency exit, forcing open the latched blast door and ensuring his own survival, even as the klaxons began blaring loudly all around the combatants...
The Amaran had begun to adjust her aim as fast as she could, but Fuck-Up's boot managed to shoot high enough that it sent a lance of pain through Zef's right hand, even as it knocked her ghost-white, exotic DeathHammer out of her grip.
The Amaran's right hand clenched, delivering a harsh punch to the Pale Shite's smug, rage-filled visage, his nose giving away with the distinct crunch and flattening of cartilage beneath her gray-furred fist of fury, even as the Near-Human's other hand clenched and tightened around her left wrist. Zefgahld felt her back shift along the cantina's dirty duracrete wall, her tail scraping along the surface as she fell onto her butt. A knee shot up, burying itself into the still-smoking hole over the man's groin, echoing a second crunch of damaged flesh to add to the Bastard's now-injured, flattened and bloodletting nose...
She had vastly underestimated his strength...
Howling behind the very man who had turned to shoot at him and treading now just behind his companion's attacker, S19-C90's dual saws whirred, even as they came into contact with the seat of the Pale Shite's breeches...
(Let's see how much pain you can work through!)
