The stun shots came hurling forward, the first blast impacted the Jedi, striking the duraplast plate that was located beneath his robes, and the thud of the impact rumbled against his chest, as if he felt the wind get knocked out of him. That first shot had been dampened, but the second one would send him falling back, gasping for breath -- teeth clenching as he felt the pain of the injury.
Emotion, yet peace. The Jedi Mantra ran through his mind as his eyes winced and burned, with the numb leg and now his heavy breathing, it was clear that the Jedi was close to the end. Vaselsk would roll onto his stomach, his hand reaching out to will the last bit of energy he could muster to bring his saber back to him, and if successful he'd ignite and would angle it diagonally across his body while he pulled himself into a crouching position; his chest heaving up and down as he tried to steady himself. But, it wasn't meant to be. Just as quickly as he came up, his legs would give out and he would fall to the ground, clutching his chest, before slumping into a passed out state.
/KO'd
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