Anywhere but Here

[Hishamori]

Hish shrugged at the blue comment and smiled and pocketed the crystal pack into the inner pocket she had, when she felt the force presence, she had to admit she wasn't all that impressed, and she looked towards the padawan, she shrugged "I guess I'll go handle it, probably won't take me that long" Hish answered honestly, and started making her way out of the store, grabbing everything else she needed for the heavy blaster pistol she had found and then gave then gave the gran the credits that he wanted for it, and then left through the front door bringing up her hood, she then headed towards the signature, she was wondering what to expect, she wasn't sure, but she'd find out pretty soon.

 

[Darkwasp]

Bahati paused as the man bowed to the woman, referring to her as Miss Hishamori. Though bowing wasn’t a regular greeting, it wouldn’t have been enough to cause the smuggler pause. The woman hadn’t yet introduced herself, but he referred to her as if he had just met her. Perhaps they had spoken over a comlink and this was their first time that they were meeting in person. She smiled at the young man’s boldness, as he sarcastically mentioned getting her number.

”Nice try, Stilts, but better men have tried a lot harder… and with similar results.” she called out to him with a mischievous smile.

He appeared to be in a better mood, now that he had what he had come for. He smiled brightly at the woman next to him, but then his mood changed. He inquired about entrance into the shop in the most serious disposition she had seen from the young man thus far. The Gran responded in his normal unpleasant-sounding language, with a proud and certain demeanor. Though the Gran seemed confident, Bahati got a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.

”You want to answer the call or should I?” the giant inquired to his female version.

”I guess I’ll go handle it, probably won’t take me that long” she responded, as she made her way from the gun store.

What the Kriffin’ hell was going on?!

”Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.” Bahati interjected to cause the young man to pause. She didn’t want him to exit as well; leaving her totally confused and alone with a useless Gran. ”I tried ta stay out of it, but… Ya wanna share with the rest of us, before ya go stormin’ off too?” she asked, her perfectly manicured eyebrows arched comically high on her forehead.

 

[Faded]

The Blackguard smirked as he turned his torso towards their general direction and advanced forwards. His body was shrouded in a black cloak while a hood obscured his facial visage, only revealing hints about his tentacles and Twi'lek descent from the edges. The shadowy figure came to a steady halt several hundred yards from the entrance of the independent shop. If the Jedi Knight came outside, she would see a resemblance of Sith Warrior standing, patiently waiting.

Inhabitants walked past the cloaked force sensitive, minding little to his presence though he knew for a fact that the channeling of the Dark side was more than enough to attract the Jedi towards him.

From the depths of his clothing, screamed the noise of plasma and the glint of red as he ignited a single light saber in preparation.

 

[Wyeffe]

No way for the enemy to enter the store, that was good unless the enemy was strong. If he was really strong he could just rip the doors out but he probably would have done that already. Wyeffe calculated the possibilities in his mind or at least he attempted to. He didn't really want to fight what seemed like a Sith without a lightsaber but for now his Vibroblade would have to do. He was going to have to help the Jedi Knight, well not have to but it would be a good idea. There was no way that the person outside was a Sith Lord or any higher than that, he was probably a grunt doing the dirty work of the Sith Lords. Hishamori would probably be able to handle the enemy but with Wyeffe aiding her, it would be a lot easier. He was about to head off when he heard the voice of the small woman.

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa."

Wyeffe turned to face the woman once more. He still didn't know her name and she didn't know his and that was probably for the best but he didn't like that. He was going to reveal who he was to a complete stranger, no to two complete strangers. ”I tried ta stay out of it, but… Ya wanna share with the rest of us, before ya go stormin’ off too?” She continued. An arrogant grin formed on Wyeffe's face.

"Scared of being alone with the Gran?" Wyeffe teased "He could umm... protect you?"

Wyeffe once again removed his vibroblade from his back and lifted his hood up to conceal his face. He slipped the hilt into his pocket and looked around for anything of use. He wasn't really a thief, he was going to save the Gran and his life was worth more than any hilt so in the end he had basically paid for it. Kind of. He was going to have to explain what was going on to the woman, maybe she could help. 3v1 was definitely better than 2v1.

"Let me firstly introduce myself. I am Wyeffe Zarkot the Jedi Padawan, savior of the Galaxy, hero to the people and feared by the evil" Wyeffe said comedically melodramatically. He smiled as he said it and then started speaking in his normal tone. "Long story short, the woman who just left is a Jedi Knight who has gone out to fight some guy who I am sure is a Sith. I'm going to help her so that she doesn't die and then I don't die after she dies. I suggest that if you don't want to die then you help me help her not die so that I can make sure that I don't die which would result in you not dying."

 

[Hishamori]

Hish exited the door and wasn't all that surprised to see the force user, looking like a sith, she could see the red glow of the light saber, her face mostly hidden by her black hood, only her mouth and the tip of her nose could be seen, she glanced a bit towards the left and to the right to see if anyone else was in the way of the fight, amazingly the people that usually crowded the streets, seemed to have thought it a wise idea to get off the streets, and Hish had to agree with that it was a indeed a wise idea, as the streets were no empty, besides the two force users. Hish wondered how she should go about this, dealing with this sith in front of her, deciding to just not bother playing with the poor guy, threw a very powerful force push straight at the sith, possibly throwing him either into a building, or maybe making him plummet to his doom, or he could prevent either one, in case he did, Hish drew out her normal light saber, the green blade shining in the dark, she stayed in her position waiting to see what the sith would do.

 

[Fat Possum]

Tylas didn't always have the best timing. This was one of those times.

He'd been to the shop before, once, and had his reasons for returning. Namely, he wanted his credits back. Best blaster for big game hunting, the Gran had said. Take down a Rancor no problem, he said. Tylas scoffed at the recollection as he walked to the shop. He carried a large duffel bag slung over a shoulder, a single hand holding the strap of the bag secure to his body. The highly-praised but disappointing LBR-9 rifle in the bag had been used and maybe had a scratch or two on its frame, but Tylas wanted that refund. It was one thing to upsell a therma-slice machine, it was an entirely different matter to lie about the efficacy of a weapon meant to stun deadly beasts.

The Hapan mercenary wasn't exactly well-equipped for what he was walking into. A pair of dark gray synthcloth cargo pants bloused into standard black utility boots, a dark red short-sleeved shirt, and a black neo-leather jacket had him looking like every other two-bit criminal on Nar Shaddaa. Other than the bag at his back, the only real distinguishing thing about him was the Taskmaster carbine clipped to his belt and somewhat awkwardly secured to his right leg. Sure, it wasn't exactly a pistol, but he liked the weapon well-enough and, until he managed to get another proper Hapan sidearm, it would do.

Lost in his own annoyed thoughts of almost losing his life because of the "best blaster for big game hunting"'s short-comings, he didn't realize when the streets suddenly became significantly less populated. To his credit, he did finally spot the ominous red glow of a lightsaber. Blinking curiously at the cloaked figure wielding the weapon, Tylas looked around just to make sure he wasn't the intended target and, when he inferred that he wasn't, simply crossed his arms over his chest and took up a casual lean against a nearby wall. Usually he'd be annoyed by a delay, but he didn't exactly have much experience with the spoon-benders. This'll be interesting, he thought, a small smirk creeping across his face.

 

[Darkwasp]

Bahati made a strange noise; something akin to clearing one’s nasal passages, as she made a valiant attempt to keep from roaring with laughter. Wyeffe, savior of the galaxy, hero to the people, and feared by evil? that was great. She replayed the statement a couple of times; each time, imagining the Jedi in a more ridiculous pose. The enormous woman was also a Jedi. Apparently the Force did more than allow these people to do magic mumbo-jumbo. It also seemed to add another 6 to 8 inches to their height. Force Users were gigantic. No wonder they could spot each other from a mile away.

”Wait. So the three of ya are goin’ to plod into the streets of Nar Shaddaa, duke it out, and not expect to be arrested for destruction of public property and endangerin’ innocent lives?” she paused and looked at the young man out of the corner of her eye. ”What ever happened to Jedi being thoughtful and in control?”

The caramel skinned smuggler shrugged, grabbing a bandolier full of grenades and tossing another chit to the Gran, before making her way to the exit. It was her first time seeing a fight between Force Users, and she wasn’t about to let something as petty as logic stand in the way. Finding a nice comfortable piece of bare wall next to the entrance of the gun shop, Bahati propped a foot up and leaned heavily into it. While she was keen on enjoying the show, she wanted quick access to the store; just in case things got hairy.

Noticing a man down the way taking up the same stance, she gave a brief nod of appreciation in his direction. She thought that the Force User looked down right silly. They all had large dark hoods covering their heads, and two of them wielded large glow-sticks; looking like a couple of misplaced Ravers. Apparently that action had already started. The female Jedi was already waving her hands around and making crazy motions. For a moment Bahati was tempted to take a shot at the woman. She had heard that Jedi were Psychic and could deflect blaster bolts; if it were true than the woman wouldn’t be in any danger. Fighting her curiosity, the curvaceous smuggler decided against it. She was instead content to watch the three hooded figures go at it.

 

[Faded]

The Blackguard stared coldly from the depths of his hood, a set of piercing eyes coldly glaring at his opponent. A smirk came across his lips as he whispered…”Jedi…”

As the Knight sent the wave of pulsating energy towards him, he squarely jumped over it and utilized force leap to close the remaining distance between them. Prior to reaching within melee range, he ignited his second lightsaber and smashed both weapons towards the Jedi’s assumed defensive stance.

The flurry was magnificent, an array of red and green plasma striking and issuing forth a spectrum of brilliance. The twi’lek continued to channel the dark side of the force, augmenting the speed and strength of his subsequent blows. She could feel the rage grow and also his connection to the force; though uncharacteristic of Sith, Hishamori could sense that her opponent utilized a defensive Jar’kai formation. His blows were meant to evade and defend against her own, rather than aim for lethal or fatal consequences.

He attempted to barrage past her defenses, find a pocket of vulnerability, and once he did so, he slammed a solid fist at her chest. The blow came reinforced with a column of Force Push that would hopefully send the Jedi Knight reeling to a distance far away.

 

[Wyeffe]

Wyeffe laughed at the small woman's comments mainly because she was correct, they would get in a lot of trouble for this but oh well. The calm and thoughtful Jedi usually ended up dead and Wyeffe certainly wasn't gonna end up like that. The Hutt Cartel didn't particularly like the Jedi but Wyeffe had been safe on most of their territory and for this reason he was going to try his best to keep his face hidden during the fight. If they couldn't identify him, they wouldn't be able to put a bounty on him. "Me? Arrested?" Wyeffe said with a shocked voice as he moved to leave the shop "You do hurt my feelings Miss ummm... Lady?"


As Wyeffe exited the shop out onto the streets, he activated his vibroblade which started vibrating the blade at an incredible speed. He loved the sound it made and a smile appeared on his face as he saw the two had already begun fighting. His vibroblade was no match for the offensive capabilities of a lightsaber but at least with a cortosis-weave it could block and parry a lightsaber. "Come on, starting without me? That's just mean and inconsiderate Mr Sith Man" He said as he entered his Djem So form. It was perfect for two on one combat. Hishamori would hold the main attacks and the Sith had to move away or block, Wyeffe would join the attack.

Wyeffe saw Hishamori attempt a force push only to have it dodged with relative ease. Wyeffe was content to watch for a couple more seconds to see how the Sith fought. As the Sith rushed towards Hishamori, Wyeffe saw a second lightsaber ignite in the Sith's hand. Wyeffe would have to intervene soon. After a barrage of attacks, Wyeffe finally saw a fist push towards Hishamori's chest. Wyeffe started running towards the two combatants, aided by the force to speed himself up. Whilst still a distance away he threw his left palm towards the Sith, releasing a small push that, if connected, would throw the Sith's punch off course. He continued his run as the push traveled and leapt into the air, once again aided by the force. This was a risky move, if he overshot he could find himself with his back to the opponent but if his push connected and he jumped correctly, he would have an opening. As he fell he prepared his vibroblade, over his head to deliver a powerful overhead strike down onto the Sith.

 

[Hishamori]

Hish in a calm fashion blocked all the sith's attacks, quite easily whether it was easy to tell she was a soresu user or not, she didn't really care to think about, the punch was to her a bit of a useless attempt, she thought as she simply grabbed his hand and then using a lot of force augmentation, crushed his hand, the sound of breaking bone could be heard quite easily due to the quiet streets, she also grabbed the saber that was in his hand and pulled at the handle so it was angled towards him instead of herself she then ripped it free of the broken hand, and lashed out a kick to the sith stomach the force enhanced kick sending the sith skidding away from her, she then sent three force pushes in rapid succesion towards the sith, one above him, and two coming at him in the middle, she then settled down and turned off the red saber, she had to admit that force push he had going with the fist would have probably sent her flying, but she doubted it would have done much since she could counter it with her own, and she could block it quite easily, she looked down towards the red saber before turning it off, and stashing it into a safe pocket in her pack, when the padawan from earlier came flying from the store to help, she stopped him with her telekinsis and put him back down where the smuggler was "You don't need to endanger yourself padawan, I'll handle this, but thank you for the help." Hish said with a smile directed towards the padawan, before focusing her attention back to the sith, she got into the basic soresu stance, waiting for the sith to recover and attack back, or to decide to call it quits.

She wanted to attack him and go on the aggressive, but the chance of him having more things up his sleeves, made her not want to, so she simply stayed in her current spot waiting, to counter, block, and deflect anything the sith had up his sleeves or wanted to do though that broken hand is going to bother him for a while Hish thought with some amusement.

(ooc:hope this is better from earlier, now Hish doesn't seem so arrogant. :P)

 

[Fat Possum]

Spotting the woman emerging onto the street, contra to just about everyone else in the area, Tylas returned her acknowledging nod. Spotting the bandolier of grenades, the Hapan cocked an eyebrow and wondered—really, he was hoping—she intended to use them against the lightstick wielding sorts. That would certainly be good entertainment. Even better if the grenades, like his stun rifle, weren’t exactly as powerful as advertised.

Shifting his shoulders to a more comfortable position against the wall, Tylas turned back to watch the fight, observing the fellow with the two laser swords making a flurry of attacks against the other one with the single. It was all very impressive and bright, and that was before some other large figure came charging out of the shop with a large vibroblade. “No kriffing way…” Tylas’ mouth was agape at this point, not sure any of this was real. Maybe it was some elaborate hidden camera HoloNet show. Quite the elaborately staged action if it was, with all the impressive acrobatics and sword fighting.

Either way, his expression shifted between amusement and confusion as he continued to passively watch events unfold.

 

[Faded]

The blackguard felt his fist go off target with the telekinetic blow from the young padawan. He had to retaliate quickly by bringing the mainhand blade upwards angle to strike towards her chest. His attack was not only unsuccessful but also he allowed his hand to be caught in her grasp. Her augmented grip was punishing and he felt his wrist crushing in agony. The duo struggled with their grapple, Hisha’s strength overcoming his own as the red light saber slowly tilted towards his face. However, as she may have eluded to a false victory, he curled his lips into a sinister smirk. A cackle of blue energy encompassed the hilt of his weapon and ran its course along the length of the ominous red saber. He channeled into the dark side and unleashed a cone of Force Lightning towards the chest of the Jedi Knight, associated with a strong push to not only sickle her in burning pain but to also create physical distance between him and his opponent.

As the Padawan was forced out of combat by his superior, the Blackguard hurled his off-hand light saber towards the young Jedi. The crippling throw was guided by the force but rather than striking him, it stopped in mid-air and hovered at his throat.

“Surrender Jedi, or my light saber will decorate your padawan’s corpse with burn marks…Put down your blade!” He demanded!

 

[Wyeffe]

Really? This was what was happening? Wyeffe knew that he was still only a padawan but he had been one for a fragging long time, he knew how to handle himself in a fight. Unfortunately he did not even get a chance to show that to the Knight as she placed him to the side as if he was a pet she didn't want to get in her way. He had a look of disbelief on his face as she explained her reasoning. Not endanger himself? He was in constant danger, he was a Jedi who was constantly being hunted by the Sith and bounty hunters. Sure he wasn't a Knight and didn't have a lightsaber but he could still fight. He turned to face the small woman who was still leaning on the wall. "So, how's it hanging? On the bright side if the Knight trials are anything like this, I'll pass with flying colours." Wyeffe chuckled

Wyeffe decided that he might as well just enjoy the fight, hopefully Hishamori wouldn't die but if she did then Wyeffe hoped she would take down the Sith with her. Whilst in the beginning it seemed like Hishamori had the upperhand, the Sith had no unleashed a barrage of lightning. He had heard that Sith were capable of using this technique but he had never seen it in person. He didn't have much time to admire it due to the lightsaber that hurtled towards him. Instinctively Wyeffe threw his vibroblade up to block the lightsaber. Although the two connected, the saber moved no further forward. The lightsaber hovered near his throat but Wyeffe did not intend to let it stay there. "It's been fun chatting but I think I should maybe you know probably not stand here" Wyeffe said in his casual tone to the small woman.

"Miss Hishamori, please do not forfeit me the pleasure of battle again if we survive this." Wyeffe said in a voice he thought resembled that of nobles. He faced the Sith and with a less casual voice he said "I surrender. I shall sheath my vibroblade. You win"

The Sith had one hand busy shooting lightning at Hishamori whilst the other controlled the lightsaber near Wyeffe. If Wyeffe was going to get out of the way he would have to move quickly. He slowly deactivated his vibroblade so that the Sith would be able to see him all the way. He raised both hands above his heads and dropped the vibroblade. It hit the floor with a loud thud. Wyeffe kept his hands above his head and turned around to face the wall. Nar Shaddaa was a craphole, everybody knew that. The people were horrible, the streets were worse and the buildings looked like they could fall at any time. Half of them had very poor walls and Wyeffe hoped the building he was next to was one of them. He was further away from the lightsaber than before and that was probably enough distance.

He ducked down as quickly as he could dropping to the floor completely and used the force to pull the wall towards him. Large chunks of the wall surrounded his body on the floor and with one last force push he launched himself forward into the random building he had destroyed. He was going to be in big trouble if he survived this. His mastery over the force proved to be a downside here as he overshot his push. As he got up whilst still moving he slammed into the wall on the other side of the room. He turned around semi-groggily and reached out for his blade. With a quick pull of his hand, his vibroblade flew towards him. To avoid his previous problem, he this time did not use enough power which meant that it landed on the floor a meter or so away from him. He let out a nervous chuckle. "You guys can err... keep fighting. I'll just umm be over here?" He said nervously.

 

[Darkwasp]

She wouldn’t argue that the swirling colors and bright flashes weren’t entertaining. In fact; the spectacle was akin to some circuses that she had been to in the past. Bahati smiled at the whole affair; only cringing and subconsciously rubbing her hand when the… Sith? -The man wearing the black hood- got his hand broken. Oh! She couldn’t keep track of who was who. They were all wearing those idiotic black hoods. She yearned for the old days, when the heroes wore white and the bad guys wore black. At least you knew who root for in a fight.

The female Jedi eventually pushed her comrade from the battle. Bahati couldn’t tell exactly why; the young man had made a fairly competent opening assault; at least in her eyes. Perhaps it was some Jedi faux pas or some other cultural thing that she didn’t understand, that was the reason that she would not allow him to fight. The – what did he call himself? – Panda Wan? Close enough. The Panda Wan turned his attention to her, and she returned his little quips with an encouraging smile.

”Really, Stilts?! You’re here makin’ jokes with me, when ya should be out there entertainin’ us?” she said, nodding to the man across the way; totting a duffle bag, and leaning against a wall.

The exotic smuggler’s eye grew big, as a blur of whirling death headed in their direction. She dived for the floor narrowly avoiding… nothing? The blade had paused in mid air mere inches from Wyeffe’s neck; a neck that the Jedi anxiously protect with his vibroblade. Then he did something that she figured was wholly un-Jedi-like; he surrendered. Maybe that was why he was just a Panda Wan.

”My hero.” she muttered sarcastically, as she rolled her eyes.

Taking the man’s suggestion to heart, Bahati crawled back into the first door of the weapons shop. She was fairly sure that she wasn’t the aggressor’s focus, but she didn’t want to be caught in any crossfire. She pressed at the doorbell several times. She wanted the Gran to hurry up and let her in. The first door seemed to be highly unlikely to stop a little kid from going through it, much less a spinning blade of death. Being behind the shop’s security door was a far more preferable position. She pressed the button several more times, but there was no answer.

”Oh come on! YA scaredy cat!” she complained, before making a lewd gesture to the vid-cam.

She couldn’t tell exactly what was going on from her position, but the ground shook and rumbled a couple of times. They’re gonna tear apart the kriffin’ city out there! she thought to herself, as she tried to consider what she could do to get out of this particularly unpleasant situation.

 

[Hishamori]

Hish sighed a she simply absorbed the force lightning with Tutaminis, it was a little weird she had to admit absorbing the energy that came from it, but she didn't mind, she was a bit impressed with the padawan, and she had to resist laughing at his not so successful call back of his weapon, but Hish did her best to stay focused, even though she really wanted to laugh.

Hish then used her telekinesis to lift several chunks of rubble that were off to the side, and had them fly towards the sith, one of these chunk that used to be part of a wall, Hish made fly a lot faster either smashing the sith or getting in the way of the force lightining though, that wasn't the only chunk, Hish did all this without moving either one of her hands, she focused on telekinesis quite a bit so she could use it without the aid of her hands, and she did.

She wondered if she should continue this fight, it was just being a pain, this fight, the guy was a challenge, but not the type of challenge Hish tended to enjoy, or prefer, Hish sighing once again, got out her second lightsaber and ignited the also green blade, and shot off towards the sith, while he was probably still recovering from the flying debris in his direction, Hish was there very quickly, lashing out with her sabers, her right saber went for the siths right arm, the other going for his legs, Hish attacked in a way where her sabers were sideways and still able to block counter attacks from the sith, she continued her assault, using her superiour strength to her advantage increasing her blows strength, Hish went much faster, making sure to leave no openings for the sith, making the sith back up was her plan and if he didn't do it, then she'd throw him backwards.

 

[Faded]

The Twi’lek allowed the light saber to fly quickly back into his hand, just to get smashed by a flying piece of wall. His body lurched backwards and was launched to a considerable distance, eventually hitting the ground with a thud and skidding a few meters before coming to a full stop. He snarled lightly, his form slowly rising to his full height. The twin light sabers soon flashed away, a smirk coming to his lips. “You fight well Jedi, perhaps we shall continue this in the future…”

He utilized force leap and hurled his shadowy figure onto the roof of a passing commuter rail, waving a mocking good-bye towards the Jedi Knight and her padawan.

OOC: Sorry for the Delay, was busy with other things yesterday.

 

[Wyeffe]

Spoiler: OOC

Stuff lori. Thaangs

Wyeffe once again reached for his vibroblade and with a force pull he finally managed to get it in his hands. He looked at the battlefield and somehow, his reckless destruction had aided Hishamori in the fight. The Sith had no intention of fighting Wyeffe right now since Hishamori was taking fending him off rather well. Wyeffe walked towards the exit he had created previously as blood dripped down from his forehead. He had been in a fight with a Sith and the only injury he had gotten was one that was inflicted upon his escape. Wyeffe hadn't even realised the blood was there when he remember the comment from the small woman and shouted across to her. "I am still your valiant hero Miss Lady! This was all part of the plan"

He finally reached the outside of the shop when he noticed the Sith jump onto a commuter rail after having said something to Hishamori. As the Sith waved Wyeffe smiled and waved back with a gigantic smile on his face. "I had fun Mr Sith man!" He shouted at the Sith "I hope this doesn't affect my invitation to your dinner party! I can't wait to see Barbara again"

Wyeffe deactivated his vibroblade and put it back on his back where it belonged. The blood had split into two trails going down both sides of his nose. "Dammit red is definitely not my colour. If you thought blue made me fat, you won't believe what red does to my waist" He joked again to anybody who was willing to listen.

 

[Hishamori]

Hish watched the sith go, and put away her sabers, she didn't really listen to what the Sith had to say, since she somewhat considered it a false promise, she turned back towards the others, and raised an eyebrow at the guy who was off to the side, and looked towards the padawan who was cracking jokes while blood ran down his face, sighing a bit she walked up to the padawan, and with her hand glowing, healed the wound on his head, and after that reached into her pack and pulled out a rag, and handed it to him.

She then looked towards the smuggler "Sorry, if I made your venture on Nar shadda more, 'exciting' then you had actually wanted it" Hish said in a honest apologetic tone, she scratched her cheek in her normal obvious nervous tick, and had a smile apologetic smile on her face.

 

[Fat Possum]

Tylas watched the fight with all the enthusiasm of an interested spectator watching a shockboxing match. Unlike those competitions, though, he wouldn’t bet on any of these combatants. He didn’t know enough about forcers to know which was better. Did the taller one benefit at all by being bigger? The one doing all the attacking seemed more energetic—was that a good or bad thing? The indifference that the other one defended with certainly meant they were stronger, bored even, right? He couldn’t say.

One shot lightning at the other, though. That was pretty neat. He also threw a laser sword towards the vibrosword guy but... only dangled it in front of him with his special powers. Vibrosword guy surrendered, a smart move given the floating weapon, and then… blew up a wall? The hell? Tylas’ features twisted in some confusion as he continued to watch the “fight.” The whole thing was bizarre and he didn’t know if this was just due to his inexperience with forcers or if the whole thing was actually as strange as he thought it was. Vica certainly hadn’t used her special powers so candidly or flippantly. But maybe she was the odd one?

So far, only the other observer seemed to be responding normally: diving out of the way of a flying laser sword and seeking better cover. That made sense to him. Thankfully, he was far enough away from the action that he doubted he’d have to dive or dodge much of anything.

The defensive forcer, the bigger of the two, suddenly lashed out, and Tylas prepared to watch another round of flashy laser sword action. Instead, the other guy just jumped impossibly high and, after landing on a transport, appeared to wave at the others. Tylas’ lips pursed and his forehead wrinkled. He was certain he was never going to understand any part of what just happened. At least it had been amusing enough to watch.

Pushing off the wall, he rolled his shoulder to adjust the rifle slung at his back and started towards the shop again. Some of the “combatants” were still lingering outside and, while he wasn’t the sort to go actively engaging with random, just-finished-fighting force users, he was too curious to keep from asking, “That wasn’t… normal, yeah? Like,” he spoke to the large one who, on closer inspection, was a woman. Her size didn’t faze him. He’d known bigger women. “That’s not just a regular day occurrence for you types, is it?”

 

[Hishamori]

Hish turned and looked down towards to the other person who had been spectating the match, and shrugged "Depends on what your definition of normal is." Hish said honestly, to her there was no real such thing as normal, if you took into account people, situations, and events, while random, where in a sense normal, but eh, Hish didn't really want to get into a debate about it, so she simply kept her thoughts to herself. "Anyways, Sorry about the whole thing, the main reason I came here was to get a new blaster pistol since the one I had before was crap, and eh, I got it" Hish said as she pulled out the heavy blaster pistol, that did looked like it was a type of hand cannon "Unfortunately, mister Sithy, who just ran off, decided to he wanted a fight, for whatever reason, and well, you saw the rest." Hish said as she put away the pistol, never it be said Hish didn't have a sense of humor, actually let it be said the she had a great sense of humor, she just didn't get many chances to actually indulge herself in the humor that was life at times.