That “Ouch!” had somehow rang around the whole environment, loud as a blaster bolt, or maybe it was just the Force burrowing the message into Armen’s skull.
Yes, he had tripped on a rock, fallen on his ass, and that had happened more than once in this shindig, but there was another message.
Armen Westyll was a Jedi. A Padawan who had long put off working his way up to becoming a Knight but, still, a Jedi and, well, he had a fellow Jedi who needed help.
Violet blade, vibrant, ignited, the Jedi made his way toward his target. His opponent. His enemy, honestly, given these goons had been shooting up the place and shining spice before these two Jedi had even arrived.
Slowly… He licked his lips as he closed the distance. Steady… Came up from behind, quiet as a Jedi being quiet, and—
“Hm?”
-WHACK!-
The thug turned around at the right time as Armen slashed his saber before the guy’s eyes and cut his blaster in half.
“Um…”
Armen looked left, looked right, suddenly nervous as if he had just become a Jedi for the first time.
-WHACK!-
Having forgotten how to cast Force Knockout he settled for the bottom of his lightsaber hilt to knock out his opponent on his noggin.
“You all right?” Armen asked Alhazred as he arrived the next moment. “My bad. I feel like you getting shot is my fault.” Maybe it was. Maybe it was not. Whatever, Armen moved to dress his friend’s wounds for the second time.
@Narzen (@Alhazred)
Yes, he had tripped on a rock, fallen on his ass, and that had happened more than once in this shindig, but there was another message.
Armen Westyll was a Jedi. A Padawan who had long put off working his way up to becoming a Knight but, still, a Jedi and, well, he had a fellow Jedi who needed help.
Violet blade, vibrant, ignited, the Jedi made his way toward his target. His opponent. His enemy, honestly, given these goons had been shooting up the place and shining spice before these two Jedi had even arrived.
Slowly… He licked his lips as he closed the distance. Steady… Came up from behind, quiet as a Jedi being quiet, and—
“Hm?”
-WHACK!-
The thug turned around at the right time as Armen slashed his saber before the guy’s eyes and cut his blaster in half.
“Um…”
Armen looked left, looked right, suddenly nervous as if he had just become a Jedi for the first time.
-WHACK!-
Having forgotten how to cast Force Knockout he settled for the bottom of his lightsaber hilt to knock out his opponent on his noggin.
“You all right?” Armen asked Alhazred as he arrived the next moment. “My bad. I feel like you getting shot is my fault.” Maybe it was. Maybe it was not. Whatever, Armen moved to dress his friend’s wounds for the second time.
@Narzen (@Alhazred)