Satine had to laugh it was not what she expected him to do. She looked up at the three Duro males studying them taking in the details of what they carried, their weight, whether they favored a side, where were their eyes really looking. She smiled though as they made polite conversation to get her out of her seat.
She shrugged her shoulders, and then looked past them to where the blonde ([member="Marcello Matteo"]) was standing, this had to be a test he really wanted to know what she was. So his force skills didn’t give him that information so they did have limitations. The three large brutish looking duros, with simple weaponry standing before her counting on her smaller seemingly unarmed and supposedly weaker female former were ready to earn their credits. She looked at them through dark lashes.
In her mind she was moving through her motions what would it take, she did not want to kill, just maim. The leader he seemed to be the one with all the initiative, the negotiator. He was the example.
“So, how much did he offer you?” The large duro male in front of her smiled, “well now girlie that would be between him and us wouldn’t it” She continued to smile, “you might want to just go back and tell him you changed your minds, you know tell him men don’t beat on women, or something”
They each carried a blaster, they each had knives, and then there was their size. She’d have to take out the two on the side the easier targets, the followers and then move to the center. She reached her arms out over the table shaking them slightly, the shuriken slid into the palm of each hand.
“Now girlie the deal has been made stop wasting time and stand up” his last words were a bit stronger indicating his loss of patience, good she thought. If he gets emotional then he’s more off balance. She smiled still.
“Ok” she said, slowly she began standing, she needed some momentum to throw the shuriken it would have to be cross arms and she have to be accurate. They were already moving forward, change of tactics were needed she’d have to move sooner than she wanted. They wanted to beat her with their hands they had made no motion to pull weapons, how crude. She stood quickly, dropped the shuriken between her fingers, she brought up her arms and threw them outward almost even with her shoulders. She released the shuriken hoping she had brought them high enough to strike where she wanted. They hit each in the throat, the scream of surprise and sudden smell of blood drew attention from everyone in the bar. That was not good she wanted to aim for the face leave a scar a reminder.
The two on the sides dropped out immediately, they had no taste for this and if they did not get help they could bleed out and die. But now the one who had stood at the center he had taken advantage of her moving her gaze off him. He had reached around and grabbed her hair thinking this would bring her into control. Hell it was hair, it would grow back luckily he grabbed the lower half and not the part where the zenji needles crisscrossed. She reached back and pulled them free, trying to turn to see the attackers face. Oh hell, she aimed for the knees, hurt the knees they’d stop. She jammed a needle into his right knee. But it didn’t phase him, shassa she thought. He yelped in pain, but it had not stopped him. His left hand as already balling up to land the punch, he hit her face with such force she nearly lost consciousness. She blinked, her face still looked towards the floor and the next punch was aimed for her ribs. It only took a moment for it to land. She felt the slight give in her rib cage, it felt as though one had at the least fractured, precious air was pushed from her lungs. She yelled dropping the needle, placing both hands on his stomach she began trying to push to get him off balance as she tried to breath in, damn it hurt. She could hear his deep laughter and for that moment he let go, she backed up looked at him, ready to bring the tree down. She balanced her weight to her back left, and struck out with her right foot slamming the sole of her boot into his knee cap. His laughter stopped, the crunch and pop was heard everyone stopped to look, then went back to their business as the leader fell forward. His weight and size were not on his side now it had become her advantage.
Satine stood there breathing heavy she grabbed the needle from the floor and with all her strength she plunged it into his shoulder. The look of surprise on his face she’d always remember, “Damn girlie” his words racked with pain. She leaned close to his face she could smell his breath rancid in need of a tic tac. When she spoke steel and conviction filled her words, “No one touches me without my permission” He shook his head and then fell to the floor. She took a breath, her ribs hurt her face hurt. But it was over. She looked to the blonde. So now he knew. Good for him. She looked at the bartender, “The blonde will pay for the damages” let his blood money be good for something she thought. “I could use some ice”
She sat down nursing her bruises briefly looking at the duro still laying there moaning, his blood now pooling on the floor. The bartender signaled for someone to go and move him, didn’t want him scaring any other customers away.
Well that was that, now they’d all start to try and take turns to get her, she’d have to move on. Mission lost. Reputation made. Dammit. She touched her face, ow. That was going to be one hell of a mark the bone might even be fractured. She hoped he was happy with himself. She hadn’t wanted to do this, they could have walked away, but no the lure of credits seem to be stronger than reason.
