River’s voice reached Kanan’s ears even through the shrieking of the Sarlacc pit beneath him. The sound of his voice and the sight of his blade slicing through the Sarlacc’s tentacles was gladly welcomed.
With every second that passed Kanan could feel the air being squeezed out of him by the strong tentacles about his waist. After some struggle, he felt the vibroknife in his hand and drew it up toward the tentacles. His Mandalorian companion was providing the perfect distraction, risking his own life to help Kanan. He could have easily remained behind in safety, but instead he had cut his way through the jungle after Kanan. Apparently with an incredible speed to boot.
Wasting no more time and seizing the opportunity River had provided him, Kanan dug his blade into the tentacle around him and began to carve. He carved as deep as he could without cutting the tentacle through all the way. His hope was that the Sarlacc would fling him to one side of the pit. No such luck.
There was a sliding sensation around his waist as the Sarlacc released him. He realized cutting into its tentacles had been a risk, but it had been a risk he had had to take and hope for the best. Falling toward the mouth of the monster below, the best did happen. Or, perhaps, the second best.
River was down below providing a distraction at the edge of the pit, slicing into tentacle after tentacle. As luck would have it, one such wounded tentacle flung back in pain, knocking into Kanan right as he was about to descend into the mouth of the beast. The blow sent him flying across the pit and onto solid ground, eventually rolling to a stop in the dirt.
With every second that passed Kanan could feel the air being squeezed out of him by the strong tentacles about his waist. After some struggle, he felt the vibroknife in his hand and drew it up toward the tentacles. His Mandalorian companion was providing the perfect distraction, risking his own life to help Kanan. He could have easily remained behind in safety, but instead he had cut his way through the jungle after Kanan. Apparently with an incredible speed to boot.
Wasting no more time and seizing the opportunity River had provided him, Kanan dug his blade into the tentacle around him and began to carve. He carved as deep as he could without cutting the tentacle through all the way. His hope was that the Sarlacc would fling him to one side of the pit. No such luck.
There was a sliding sensation around his waist as the Sarlacc released him. He realized cutting into its tentacles had been a risk, but it had been a risk he had had to take and hope for the best. Falling toward the mouth of the monster below, the best did happen. Or, perhaps, the second best.
River was down below providing a distraction at the edge of the pit, slicing into tentacle after tentacle. As luck would have it, one such wounded tentacle flung back in pain, knocking into Kanan right as he was about to descend into the mouth of the beast. The blow sent him flying across the pit and onto solid ground, eventually rolling to a stop in the dirt.
@Feng Mian