As one might expect, after a steel chair shot by Mr. Macho, the gloating and hotdogging would commence. Spinning, finger flourishing, calling in cheers from the adoring crowd, some added "OOOOOOH YEEEEE-AAHHH!'"s for added emphasis. Until he stopped cold and saw his teammates once again get taken out by either bad luck or their own incompetence. It was about to the point that it didn't matter anymore for Macho. He was real close to dropping a flying elbow on the Sith whom he had such high expectations for.
As it stood, he was now in a handicap match. Two vs. one. It wasn't entirely new territory for him. As a cage and pit fighter, he had taken on such odds before...but those were not fights against Mandos or with blasters. At this point, he was certainly the underdog. But, fortune favors the bold, or so Macho thought. Down two to one, hope of getting to the ball and avoiding two Mandalorians long enough to score was a pipe dream. Macho had to take at least one of these buckets of bolts down and out of the game.
He picked the woozy one (@Scoobert) who was already on the ground. He sprinted across the pitch toward him, hoping the suddenness would take him off guard, hoping that he was still woozy and enjoying the fruits of his labor in the form of two KO's. As Mr. Macho sprinted across the pitch he would do his best to use the durasteel chair as a moving shield. Hopefully between that and his amazingly beautiful and tough jacket would be see him through the round. His intentions were to whack the Mando right over the head with the steel folding chair, further concussing him, or, should the opportunity arise, give his jetpack a solid thumping hoping that it would send him off into space like they have shown they were prone to do.
Dice link: 15 out of 20
As it stood, he was now in a handicap match. Two vs. one. It wasn't entirely new territory for him. As a cage and pit fighter, he had taken on such odds before...but those were not fights against Mandos or with blasters. At this point, he was certainly the underdog. But, fortune favors the bold, or so Macho thought. Down two to one, hope of getting to the ball and avoiding two Mandalorians long enough to score was a pipe dream. Macho had to take at least one of these buckets of bolts down and out of the game.
He picked the woozy one (@Scoobert) who was already on the ground. He sprinted across the pitch toward him, hoping the suddenness would take him off guard, hoping that he was still woozy and enjoying the fruits of his labor in the form of two KO's. As Mr. Macho sprinted across the pitch he would do his best to use the durasteel chair as a moving shield. Hopefully between that and his amazingly beautiful and tough jacket would be see him through the round. His intentions were to whack the Mando right over the head with the steel folding chair, further concussing him, or, should the opportunity arise, give his jetpack a solid thumping hoping that it would send him off into space like they have shown they were prone to do.
Dice link: 15 out of 20