The bolt struck true. Bast’s shoulder seared with pain and she stumbled, dropping her rifle to clutch it. If it were not for her armor, part of the ranger’s exo-spine could have also been damage, leaving her paralyzed. Thankfully, the Sith didn’t seem to prey on or even notice the weakness. Still, tears slid down her face and she fought back nausea from the smell of burning flesh. The wound was deep and smoking. Her arm had gone limp, useless. The pain was dizzying. The evil force user simply had walked past her, clearly no longer viewing her as a threat.
A rare, cold, quiet rage boiled up within Bast. So many had died. So many had taken the opportunity to flee. The opportunity she had helped buy. But she knew there were still more. She could not and would not flee now, insulted by the Sith legionnaire. It was her duty to stay and fight. Too many rangers had been injured and she was still alive. Bast was going to make herself useful.
She took one of the three small frag grenades on her belt and threw it with her uninjured dominant arm down the hall (@Versok) At worst, it would buy the others a few seconds without the Sith. At best, it would injure him or collapse a wall, forming a barrier. Then, she dove behind the nearest wall, taking cover before the blast.
A rare, cold, quiet rage boiled up within Bast. So many had died. So many had taken the opportunity to flee. The opportunity she had helped buy. But she knew there were still more. She could not and would not flee now, insulted by the Sith legionnaire. It was her duty to stay and fight. Too many rangers had been injured and she was still alive. Bast was going to make herself useful.
She took one of the three small frag grenades on her belt and threw it with her uninjured dominant arm down the hall (@Versok) At worst, it would buy the others a few seconds without the Sith. At best, it would injure him or collapse a wall, forming a barrier. Then, she dove behind the nearest wall, taking cover before the blast.