Gett'se stepped and spun out of his duck to put his back into the corner to the right of the open portal. He pushed right into the suit that had opened the door as he put his back to the wall, not particularly taking care to be gentle as he shoved the unarmored man further into the corner and farther away from the lethal beam energy that carved through the open space.
They might definitely still need the Suit.
Taking a quick peak to see the result of the ragtag groups opening volley, adrenaline coursed through the warriors veins as he observed the left hand droid topple to the ground under the combined firepower of their explosives and blasters.
Good. That meant these metal monstrosities weren't unstoppable.
They also adjusted their tactics. Gett'se did not fail to observe the remaining guardian shuffling to cover before ducking his head back behind the slim cover as a beam of energy sliced at the reinforced frame of the blast door.
Pulling a concussion grenade from his belt, he primed it and held it for a second, burning the fuse.
"Flash!" He shouted as he twisted and flung the grenade like a skipping stone down the hallway towards the war droids cover. It wasn't organic, but it still relied on optical sensors that could be overloaded. Even if just for a split second, it might be the advantage he needed.
A deep breath and a silent mental prayer. Kad Ha'rangir guide my weapon. What he was about to do was crazy. But he was a mandalorian. By definition that meant he was crazy too.
Bang-Flashzzt!
The concussion grenade exploded with a dizzyingly bright light, noise, and concussive force. That was his cue.
His blaster led the way, firing as he left cover. Stepping forward into a diving roll, he flashed open his left hand, activating the energy buckler there. Coming out of the roll ducked behind the buckler, head bowed and bent behind the shield but turned so he could see the war robot, he now had a great angle on the beast.
And he lit it up, aiming swift and sure, firing as fast as the pistol would cycle.
Double tap to the closest knee, a shot at the hip, stitching two shots up to the chest before planting another double tap right in the death's head emblazoned on its chest. Two more blasts aimed right at the droids face for good measure before the pistol hit dry, its third cycle aimed for the droid's face whining on empty.
Staring down death, he wondered if this one would finally be his last fight.
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They might definitely still need the Suit.
Taking a quick peak to see the result of the ragtag groups opening volley, adrenaline coursed through the warriors veins as he observed the left hand droid topple to the ground under the combined firepower of their explosives and blasters.
Good. That meant these metal monstrosities weren't unstoppable.
They also adjusted their tactics. Gett'se did not fail to observe the remaining guardian shuffling to cover before ducking his head back behind the slim cover as a beam of energy sliced at the reinforced frame of the blast door.
Pulling a concussion grenade from his belt, he primed it and held it for a second, burning the fuse.
"Flash!" He shouted as he twisted and flung the grenade like a skipping stone down the hallway towards the war droids cover. It wasn't organic, but it still relied on optical sensors that could be overloaded. Even if just for a split second, it might be the advantage he needed.
A deep breath and a silent mental prayer. Kad Ha'rangir guide my weapon. What he was about to do was crazy. But he was a mandalorian. By definition that meant he was crazy too.
Bang-Flashzzt!
The concussion grenade exploded with a dizzyingly bright light, noise, and concussive force. That was his cue.
His blaster led the way, firing as he left cover. Stepping forward into a diving roll, he flashed open his left hand, activating the energy buckler there. Coming out of the roll ducked behind the buckler, head bowed and bent behind the shield but turned so he could see the war robot, he now had a great angle on the beast.
And he lit it up, aiming swift and sure, firing as fast as the pistol would cycle.
Double tap to the closest knee, a shot at the hip, stitching two shots up to the chest before planting another double tap right in the death's head emblazoned on its chest. Two more blasts aimed right at the droids face for good measure before the pistol hit dry, its third cycle aimed for the droid's face whining on empty.
Staring down death, he wondered if this one would finally be his last fight.
@Painus @AutoFox