The events that aroused Kanan from his sleep were fantastic enough to almost convince him that he was still sleep. Everything transpired in a matter of seconds, a blur of commotion with only the light from blaster fire and the crackling flames to illuminate the darkness surrounding them.
Dead only a few feet from their campsite, the first ripper had been dealt with before Kanan had a chance to take any action of his own. More handiwork of the efficient Mandalorian he found himself traveling with.
Out of the darkness, a second Felucian Ripper appeared, its talons spread wide as it descended with one single goal in mind: to carry off the Mandalorian warrior that had just killed its fellow ripper.
River, still without his blaster, was taken by surprise. His feet, only moments before planted firmly on the ground of the jungle, now dangled above the clearing. The feat of lifting the Mandalorian, armor and all, was a testament to the creature’s strength.
Kanan did not hesitate to aim his blaster at the ripper. His aim would have to be steady and precise, otherwise he risked hitting River. The risk was necessary, however. The further the Mandalorian was carried into the jungle and the darkness, the smaller the chance of survival.
Taking careful aim for the head of the creature, as far from River as he could get, Kanan fired three consecutive shots. Two of the shots clipped the creature, but down below was where the real damage was dealt.
With a swipe of his blade, River sliced through the legs of the creature, inflicting enough pain to spur the creature to release its hold.
With River now a safe distance from the ripper and plummeting toward the ground, Kanan took aim again. This time around he did not aim for any specific part of the body. He simply aimed. Three blaster bolts later, the creature let out a final shriek and descended into the jungle, disappearing in the darkness. Two down.
Concerned that the Mandalorian may have been hurt during the fall, Kanan turned toward River. To no real surprise, River was fine. He had broken his fall.
Extending a hand to help the Mandalorian to his feet, Kanan replied, “When do we not?” Blaster ready and waiting, the ranger stared up into the night sky as the rippers circled overhead.
Dead only a few feet from their campsite, the first ripper had been dealt with before Kanan had a chance to take any action of his own. More handiwork of the efficient Mandalorian he found himself traveling with.
Out of the darkness, a second Felucian Ripper appeared, its talons spread wide as it descended with one single goal in mind: to carry off the Mandalorian warrior that had just killed its fellow ripper.
River, still without his blaster, was taken by surprise. His feet, only moments before planted firmly on the ground of the jungle, now dangled above the clearing. The feat of lifting the Mandalorian, armor and all, was a testament to the creature’s strength.
Kanan did not hesitate to aim his blaster at the ripper. His aim would have to be steady and precise, otherwise he risked hitting River. The risk was necessary, however. The further the Mandalorian was carried into the jungle and the darkness, the smaller the chance of survival.
Taking careful aim for the head of the creature, as far from River as he could get, Kanan fired three consecutive shots. Two of the shots clipped the creature, but down below was where the real damage was dealt.
With a swipe of his blade, River sliced through the legs of the creature, inflicting enough pain to spur the creature to release its hold.
With River now a safe distance from the ripper and plummeting toward the ground, Kanan took aim again. This time around he did not aim for any specific part of the body. He simply aimed. Three blaster bolts later, the creature let out a final shriek and descended into the jungle, disappearing in the darkness. Two down.
Concerned that the Mandalorian may have been hurt during the fall, Kanan turned toward River. To no real surprise, River was fine. He had broken his fall.
Extending a hand to help the Mandalorian to his feet, Kanan replied, “When do we not?” Blaster ready and waiting, the ranger stared up into the night sky as the rippers circled overhead.
@Feng Mian
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