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Even Mandalorians have thresholds. With his elbow snapped like kindling, Vaet was fast approaching his ( 1 more reply ), evidenced by his eyes rolling back into his head and his actions becoming less coordinated and intended, and more ferocious, animalistic, and driven. His grip would increase...

Vaet did not hesitate. He had neither the time nor conscious thought for such leisure. Instead, with eyes widened in pain and surprise, but holding all the emotion of a shark, the right arm that had struck her leg did not fall away, but instead surge up to grasp her knee with a death grip, his...

Seeing this, Vaet would frown slightly before releasing her left leg, and with his greatest speed, reaching across his chest to strike his left shoulder with a closed fist, the frown becoming a grimace as he dislocated the joint. Without pausing, though, he continued the movement, pivoting into...

When she reached for the arm, he would give nothing in his expression, despite the fact that she had played into his attack. Still, she managed to grab the feint by some ungodly chance. She would not know that it had been a feint, as his eyes still said nothing, maintaining their apathetic...

Vaet watched the woman shift and set in her stance, then waited a few seconds for the crowds to begin booing, before he shrugged and began to approach, his voice carrying calmly throughout the ring and out into the assorted peoples as he spoke: "Well. I tried to be courteous, but I guess that...

Theme As he approached the drivers side, the slightly drawn B-10 would quietly and unnoticeably slide down into its hip holster. Upon getting into the vehicle, the mercenary would slide off his helmet, placing it in the seat on the guns he'd also placed there, his hair somewhat wetted with...

Theme The man striding into the arena opposite Vargas was not particularly outstanding in his physicality. At five-foot-ten and with the athletically-muscular build typical of mercenaries, Vaet Dantan Sertur was not someone that seemed obviously threatening. Rather, his claim to exceptionalism...

With three confirmed kills out of five, Vaet felt sufficiently confident in his maneuver as he slipped between the two flaming vehicles. The first thing he saw when he did his peripheral checks was that the transport driver was dead, shot in the back with his trusty A-45. The other was the man...

"No, I left the speeder a while ago, I'm not with you." The straight-man tone and general calm cadence of the mercenary's voice made it hard to tell if this was a sarcastic remark or just a straight-up answer. Still, with the three taken from the back, and then again from hit from behind by Wax...

A tiny bit of panic might have struck at the heart of Wex as he saw the empty space in in the speeder where his hired gun had been. Still, Vaet was a Mandalorian, and evidently came with high praises, so overall, with the cheery disposition he seemed to have, an optimistic view would not be a...

Vaet would shrug, fitting the iconic Mandolorian helmet over an indifferent face, though after getting it on, he would put up a single thumb as acknowledgement before pulling his A-45 Blaster Rifle from where it had been leaning on the seat, taking it up in both hands with all the caution of a...

He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't surprised at the sudden attack. The merc could feel the tension in the air, he just gave it no mind in his response, but he'd expected maybe a saber or a physical slap. Flying through the air towards the stairs was not exactly the procedure of events that...

The mercenary did not hesitate. "Me, given that my contract with you was up and that their pay was high enough. To be fair, though: they'd have to pay me at least six times what you offer." A bold man. Honesty is a good trait for some, but in this situation, it proved the mercenary either...

Vaet would approach the two Sith quietly, resting one arm on his gun, the weapon held taught in a slanting position by the strap that went over his shoulder. The other would reach up and around his helmet, taking the iconic t-visor off, revealing a face that seemed to hold the composure and calm...