Problem Child
Capris collected herself just in time to see Talin booted to the ground. A flash of red and the blonde's face came back bloody. The runes snaking up her arm burned in visceral anger. Capris said nothing to Cade's ultimatum, but the mention of chains saw a muscle in her face tense. Suddenly any hope of a return on their bounty vanished. Cade needed to die. And his death needed to be slow and especially painful.
Luckily enough Talin got the memo.
Within seconds Cade was on the ground, gun trained on his head courtesy of Talin. Something akin to sympathy crossed like a shadow across the young bounty hunter's face. Had the blonde killed anyone before? Capris left it alone, instead moving to handle the mando. It was a lesson to be learned, especially if the cowgirl intended to keep running. If she wanted to make a name for herself down here, it would have to be written in blood.
Careful, measured steps took her to where the mando was busy engaging the Twi'lek. Capris broke a bottle against the bar, the liquid hardening and reshaping into a needle of ice with the assistance of a rune. It was enough to get the man to turn around, right before the needle zipped forward and buried itself in the gap between his helmet and chest. His body slumped to the ground in the next moment, beskar and all. Tawny eyes met the Twi'lek's own, her head silently canting to the door in suggestion.
The needle tore right back through the mando's chin, bloodied but intact. It moved in sync with Capris as she pivoted back to Talin and Cade. As soon as that beast of a man was down, they were getting the hell out of dodge.
Talin Treicolt
Luckily enough Talin got the memo.
Within seconds Cade was on the ground, gun trained on his head courtesy of Talin. Something akin to sympathy crossed like a shadow across the young bounty hunter's face. Had the blonde killed anyone before? Capris left it alone, instead moving to handle the mando. It was a lesson to be learned, especially if the cowgirl intended to keep running. If she wanted to make a name for herself down here, it would have to be written in blood.
Careful, measured steps took her to where the mando was busy engaging the Twi'lek. Capris broke a bottle against the bar, the liquid hardening and reshaping into a needle of ice with the assistance of a rune. It was enough to get the man to turn around, right before the needle zipped forward and buried itself in the gap between his helmet and chest. His body slumped to the ground in the next moment, beskar and all. Tawny eyes met the Twi'lek's own, her head silently canting to the door in suggestion.
The needle tore right back through the mando's chin, bloodied but intact. It moved in sync with Capris as she pivoted back to Talin and Cade. As soon as that beast of a man was down, they were getting the hell out of dodge.
Talin Treicolt