First the brain had frightened the cybernetic gank. A spear had nearly clipped his side, edging him closer to the precipice of doom. Then the fall terrorized him. To Khlan, reality might as well be ripping at the seams. Would the walls close in next, or would whispers of conspiracy come from the shadows next? Perhaps a dagger in the back, or a carving of open delight to the face?
Thankfully, one thing Khlan was good at was falling. Going limp had been a pastime for the orphan and coward. When danger showed its face, Khlan knew the value of playing either dead, or weak enough to buy time for an opening to attack or flee. No one paid attention to a corpse in the middle of a fight when there were other, more intimidating threats. However, his droid made numerous amounts of noise as it honked helplessly over and over on its backside.
At the bottom of the pit, Khlan lay still momentarily, hiding the fact he was conscious, bruised, and alive. Somewhere, he could hear his droid making numerous amounts of noise as it honked helplessly over and over on its backside. Tomorrow Khlan would feel pain from the fall, but for now, trained cowardice and adrenaline made him remain still.
A body moved over the fallen Gank, calling out to attack the Twi'lek. Khlan recognised the opportunity to help the Force user, and perhaps get her into his debt. Or perhaps, to gain an ounce of control over reality again. Even as the monk’s spear hit the ground, Khlan had risen and pulled his knife. Like some half-starved Kowakian monkey-lizard, Khlan had jumped onto the monk and stabbed the exposed neck repeatedly until the foe fell.
Khlan turned his head towared the other monks. The Enlightened one was still picking himself up. The others were drawing their weapons and charging.
“Kill them now! Press the advantage now!” Khlan hissed at the others.
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Thankfully, one thing Khlan was good at was falling. Going limp had been a pastime for the orphan and coward. When danger showed its face, Khlan knew the value of playing either dead, or weak enough to buy time for an opening to attack or flee. No one paid attention to a corpse in the middle of a fight when there were other, more intimidating threats. However, his droid made numerous amounts of noise as it honked helplessly over and over on its backside.
At the bottom of the pit, Khlan lay still momentarily, hiding the fact he was conscious, bruised, and alive. Somewhere, he could hear his droid making numerous amounts of noise as it honked helplessly over and over on its backside. Tomorrow Khlan would feel pain from the fall, but for now, trained cowardice and adrenaline made him remain still.
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A body moved over the fallen Gank, calling out to attack the Twi'lek. Khlan recognised the opportunity to help the Force user, and perhaps get her into his debt. Or perhaps, to gain an ounce of control over reality again. Even as the monk’s spear hit the ground, Khlan had risen and pulled his knife. Like some half-starved Kowakian monkey-lizard, Khlan had jumped onto the monk and stabbed the exposed neck repeatedly until the foe fell.
Khlan turned his head towared the other monks. The Enlightened one was still picking himself up. The others were drawing their weapons and charging.
“Kill them now! Press the advantage now!” Khlan hissed at the others.
@Sreeya @Volene @Akheron @Mythos