Klied watched as Poffo came looking for a fight despite looking like he was in worse shape than the hunter was. This guy is completely insane... The Onderonian thought to himself, and only felt validated in that assessment as he watched Sauvage beat the Trandoshan to a bloody pulp. All said and done the club was a complete mess, and Klied could see the flashing lights of the police outside.
With a grunt the hunter climbed to his feet, pressing two hands against his aching back and grunting uncomfortably. "We're good." He answered Sauvage, and walked forward to retrieve his knife from Turssk's body. He wiped off each side of the blade on his pantleg before stowing it in its sheath once more and looking up at Poffo. "The name's Klied, by the way." He glanced past the brawler towards the front doors. "And I suggest we make ourselves scarce before we get dragged into another firefight. Like I said before, you've got some information I need and I'd rather the police not fill you with holes before I've got it."
He turned around and went to retrieve his cycler rifle, which fortunately had been thrown over the balcony by Turssk as well and rested amongst the mess on the floor. Once he slung the weapon over his shoulder he gestured for Poffo to follow and made his way to the back door. This one actually worked, and before they knew it they were in another dingy, poorly lit alley. Looking over his shoulder Klied spotted a few officers forming a perimeter around the building, but none seemed too bothered to actually look for them. They were in the clear for now.
@Isen
With a grunt the hunter climbed to his feet, pressing two hands against his aching back and grunting uncomfortably. "We're good." He answered Sauvage, and walked forward to retrieve his knife from Turssk's body. He wiped off each side of the blade on his pantleg before stowing it in its sheath once more and looking up at Poffo. "The name's Klied, by the way." He glanced past the brawler towards the front doors. "And I suggest we make ourselves scarce before we get dragged into another firefight. Like I said before, you've got some information I need and I'd rather the police not fill you with holes before I've got it."
He turned around and went to retrieve his cycler rifle, which fortunately had been thrown over the balcony by Turssk as well and rested amongst the mess on the floor. Once he slung the weapon over his shoulder he gestured for Poffo to follow and made his way to the back door. This one actually worked, and before they knew it they were in another dingy, poorly lit alley. Looking over his shoulder Klied spotted a few officers forming a perimeter around the building, but none seemed too bothered to actually look for them. They were in the clear for now.
@Isen