Barwein Slovjen
Character
[member="Myles Vylumnar"] [member="Davin"]
The mandalorian ran with power , both of them needed to be saved from the blast radius of the thermal detonator . The powerful athlete ran picking up his friend, in his left arm, in his right arm he held his heavy repeater, this was a bull. The bull was being taunted , the detonator went off, shrapnel flew in his general direction , one directly hitting the back of his armor, the piece of rusted junk held, protecting him. It stung like a wasp, " Uf !" , the impact hit him hard warranting the instinctual grunt after such an attack. It was obvious the mandalorian was an elite athlete, he trained every day in his free time, if he wasnt hunting he would train , if he wasn't seeking glory, he would train. His training regimen was that of a wrestler, they had the endurance to run, to power forward, and to use pure brute strength. But this was close , he needed more training , and needed to work hard. After this hunt , he would evaluate himself. But for the moment , on the outside , it was obvious he was not bully , but a hunter, a mercenary. "You hold onto that datapad!" , he tossed myles next to what was left of the trashcan after the explosion. It looked like a warzone, something the young mandalorian hoped he could experience on a larger scale one day. Armored , and deadly , he fired his repeater randomly in the general direction of what looked to be their opposition. He was in pain, but would keep going, toughness was a trait every mandalorian had, they had to be, especially for what came ahead of them. He stood straight , but it was obviously forced , he suppressing the target "Ideas ?" , he had a mastermind at his disposal , for kark sake they needed to work together to bring any opposition down.
The mandalorian ran with power , both of them needed to be saved from the blast radius of the thermal detonator . The powerful athlete ran picking up his friend, in his left arm, in his right arm he held his heavy repeater, this was a bull. The bull was being taunted , the detonator went off, shrapnel flew in his general direction , one directly hitting the back of his armor, the piece of rusted junk held, protecting him. It stung like a wasp, " Uf !" , the impact hit him hard warranting the instinctual grunt after such an attack. It was obvious the mandalorian was an elite athlete, he trained every day in his free time, if he wasnt hunting he would train , if he wasn't seeking glory, he would train. His training regimen was that of a wrestler, they had the endurance to run, to power forward, and to use pure brute strength. But this was close , he needed more training , and needed to work hard. After this hunt , he would evaluate himself. But for the moment , on the outside , it was obvious he was not bully , but a hunter, a mercenary. "You hold onto that datapad!" , he tossed myles next to what was left of the trashcan after the explosion. It looked like a warzone, something the young mandalorian hoped he could experience on a larger scale one day. Armored , and deadly , he fired his repeater randomly in the general direction of what looked to be their opposition. He was in pain, but would keep going, toughness was a trait every mandalorian had, they had to be, especially for what came ahead of them. He stood straight , but it was obviously forced , he suppressing the target "Ideas ?" , he had a mastermind at his disposal , for kark sake they needed to work together to bring any opposition down.
