Well, he had certainly hoped the Jedi would just fly off into open air and hit the landing platform below. He'd be alright, probably. The force was a powerful enough ally for surviving falls without a few broken legs. But no, this one was stubborn, perhaps more-so than Krinn was, and that only serves to fill his dark eyes with rage. The bright flash of the Knight's saber tears through the hull of the careening taxi, and the Nautolan can feel it sputter beneath him as it lost power.
He doesn't wait to see where his opponent jumps off to, Krinn jerks the controls to the left to avoid an impact with the fast approaching wall, as the vessel he pilots rapidly loses ground, descending toward the back of the broad landing platform, where it connected to the street. The Sith grits his teeth, preparing to abandon the speeder a moment before it struck the artificial ground that was already getting far too close for comfort. Lunging out of the cushioned driver's seat, he dives toward the platform a moment before the taxi slams hard into flooring, sliding across the structure with the screeching sound of dragging metal. Krinn, at least, knows how to cushion his fall. He rolls with the momentum of the impact, quick to scramble back to his feet with an explosive huff of breath. Bruised and battered, to be sure, and he'd probably feel a lot worse once the adrenaline began to fade. But, well, he was still alive.
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He doesn't wait to see where his opponent jumps off to, Krinn jerks the controls to the left to avoid an impact with the fast approaching wall, as the vessel he pilots rapidly loses ground, descending toward the back of the broad landing platform, where it connected to the street. The Sith grits his teeth, preparing to abandon the speeder a moment before it struck the artificial ground that was already getting far too close for comfort. Lunging out of the cushioned driver's seat, he dives toward the platform a moment before the taxi slams hard into flooring, sliding across the structure with the screeching sound of dragging metal. Krinn, at least, knows how to cushion his fall. He rolls with the momentum of the impact, quick to scramble back to his feet with an explosive huff of breath. Bruised and battered, to be sure, and he'd probably feel a lot worse once the adrenaline began to fade. But, well, he was still alive.
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