"FINALLY!" Natalie called out the moment the sound of grappling hooks rang out. She jumped up, a couple of wild blaster bolts flying by without causing her any trouble at all. Turning to the shooter of said blaster bolts, she propped her foot up on the railing and took aimed with the carbine. She fired a couple of bolts, hitting nothing in particular. It was the last bolt she concentrated with the Force, putting it square into the blaster at the end of the gangster's polearm, breaking it.
She tried to do the same with the second gangster but it'd been years since handling a blaster. The swoop bikes locked to the side of the skiff, and the two gangsters started climbing aboard. Natalie backed off a bit, knowing enough about tactics that she wasn't about to waste shots. One of the gangsters popped their head above the railing, and promptly lost it when Natalie put a bolt between his eyes. The second raced over the railing.
Natalie met him there, parrying a swing from his polearm with the carbine to her left, then buttstroking him in the face. The gangster fell backwards, swinging the polearm again as Natalie squared back up with him. She was able to deflect the polearm with her arm, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt like a Hutt's ass. Natalie's resting bitch face flared into a scowl. With a low growl in her throat, she stomped on the gangster's crotch. His body folded as he howled in pain, only to go silent when Natalie put a point blank bolt into his mouth.
"That's why you never hit a lady, fuckface," she said. She turned to see how Muscles was fairing. "You good over there, Muscles? Got your mean face on yet?" Clipping the carbine back to her belt, she rubbed her forearm. She was going to have a bruise tomorrow. If only she had a complicated skin care routine so she could bitch about it!
She tried to do the same with the second gangster but it'd been years since handling a blaster. The swoop bikes locked to the side of the skiff, and the two gangsters started climbing aboard. Natalie backed off a bit, knowing enough about tactics that she wasn't about to waste shots. One of the gangsters popped their head above the railing, and promptly lost it when Natalie put a bolt between his eyes. The second raced over the railing.
Natalie met him there, parrying a swing from his polearm with the carbine to her left, then buttstroking him in the face. The gangster fell backwards, swinging the polearm again as Natalie squared back up with him. She was able to deflect the polearm with her arm, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt like a Hutt's ass. Natalie's resting bitch face flared into a scowl. With a low growl in her throat, she stomped on the gangster's crotch. His body folded as he howled in pain, only to go silent when Natalie put a point blank bolt into his mouth.
"That's why you never hit a lady, fuckface," she said. She turned to see how Muscles was fairing. "You good over there, Muscles? Got your mean face on yet?" Clipping the carbine back to her belt, she rubbed her forearm. She was going to have a bruise tomorrow. If only she had a complicated skin care routine so she could bitch about it!
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