Post by jaker on Sept 14, 2011 16:03:27 GMT -5
Hearts beating fast, punching heavily against rib cages. Feet impacting on the cold surface. Yelling cuts through the songs of crowds and club music.
Kito vaulted over a confused astromech droid, slashing through an intercepting thug's neck with his shoto saber before firing a few blind shots behind him, hoping to hit his pursuers. You could say they knew him all to well and weren't looking to catch up in the nicest of ways. Kito, stabbing the saber into the thick metal ground as he slid across the floor and whipped around the corner, using the resistance of the thicker metal flooring as a makeshift fulcrum. His little trick, however, did little to aid his escape as five men charged at him straight, shooting erratically. Skidding across the ground again, blocking a few shots with a few of them scraping against his armor. He dove from the ground shooting at them, coming down with his sabers blade and cutting one of them.
SLISH, he felt a blade slice is his side from the side as a brutish thug slashed at him furiously with a knife. Avoiding most of the blows as best as he could, Kito threw his empty pistol at the attackers face before whipping out his second shoto to block oncoming attacks while he used the other on the thugs that were assaulting from his flank. By this time, the gang had surrounded him and were wielding an assortment of brutal weaponry, all to beat Kito down into a pulp with. It seemed hopeless for the renegade to get out of this dire situation. With the gang swarming on top of him he kicked, punched, blocked and slashed at every metallic flash and brutish hulks, taking hits left and right as he became overwhelmed and fatigued by the constant strikes to his body as he pushed on. The thought of heading deeper into republic space seemed all to appealing, if he were to survive his current predicament.
Kito vaulted over a confused astromech droid, slashing through an intercepting thug's neck with his shoto saber before firing a few blind shots behind him, hoping to hit his pursuers. You could say they knew him all to well and weren't looking to catch up in the nicest of ways. Kito, stabbing the saber into the thick metal ground as he slid across the floor and whipped around the corner, using the resistance of the thicker metal flooring as a makeshift fulcrum. His little trick, however, did little to aid his escape as five men charged at him straight, shooting erratically. Skidding across the ground again, blocking a few shots with a few of them scraping against his armor. He dove from the ground shooting at them, coming down with his sabers blade and cutting one of them.
SLISH, he felt a blade slice is his side from the side as a brutish thug slashed at him furiously with a knife. Avoiding most of the blows as best as he could, Kito threw his empty pistol at the attackers face before whipping out his second shoto to block oncoming attacks while he used the other on the thugs that were assaulting from his flank. By this time, the gang had surrounded him and were wielding an assortment of brutal weaponry, all to beat Kito down into a pulp with. It seemed hopeless for the renegade to get out of this dire situation. With the gang swarming on top of him he kicked, punched, blocked and slashed at every metallic flash and brutish hulks, taking hits left and right as he became overwhelmed and fatigued by the constant strikes to his body as he pushed on. The thought of heading deeper into republic space seemed all to appealing, if he were to survive his current predicament.