Hexad Kagortos
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- May 23, 2019
- Messages
- 15
- Reaction score
- 7
Hex had stood his ground well enough, considering he was under-equipped and facing an opponent that had both the home ground advantage and much more tech than he did. The Sith was surprised with how well things were going—until they weren't. "Fekking hell," he mumbled, hearing blaster bolts hitting their target in the other room, the death sending ripples through the Force. He knew his companion had just been taken out, which left him in a 2v1. Injured or not, the Mandalorian did not seem particularly deterred, and Hex's hand was seriously starting to hurt.
"Fine!" he called out into the other room. "All on your own with these two-bit Acolytes," he added, muttering to himself, his disappointment clearly visible. He extinguished his lightsaber and held it in his hand, grabbing his pistol softly with the other, holding it loosely because applying pressure to his left hand made it hurt more. He stepped in front of the door and through it once it hissed open, taking a better look at the Mandalorians when he walked out.
He tossed his pistol down and his extinguished lightsaber at the Mandalorian he'd just been fighting, rolling his eyes. "Don't go spending it all in one place now," Hex added, winking. The Acolyte walked over and picked up the lifeless body of his companion, carrying him over his shoulders. Hex passed by the two and made for the elevator, aware that he was now at the mercy of the two Mandalorians. He was defenseless; if they decided to shoot him down anyway, he'd have nothing to do to protect himself.
If all went well, he'd enter the elevator and make for the bottom floor, Acolyte around his shoulders. No one stopped him from leaving after that.
@Wit
"Fine!" he called out into the other room. "All on your own with these two-bit Acolytes," he added, muttering to himself, his disappointment clearly visible. He extinguished his lightsaber and held it in his hand, grabbing his pistol softly with the other, holding it loosely because applying pressure to his left hand made it hurt more. He stepped in front of the door and through it once it hissed open, taking a better look at the Mandalorians when he walked out.
He tossed his pistol down and his extinguished lightsaber at the Mandalorian he'd just been fighting, rolling his eyes. "Don't go spending it all in one place now," Hex added, winking. The Acolyte walked over and picked up the lifeless body of his companion, carrying him over his shoulders. Hex passed by the two and made for the elevator, aware that he was now at the mercy of the two Mandalorians. He was defenseless; if they decided to shoot him down anyway, he'd have nothing to do to protect himself.
If all went well, he'd enter the elevator and make for the bottom floor, Acolyte around his shoulders. No one stopped him from leaving after that.
@Wit
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