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Roman glanced at the edge of his sword, a trail of blood still glued to the metallic surface as he slashed through the chest of his enemy. Two robed men were already downed near his feet while the other was gravely injured. The sith himself had also sustained a few injuries, considering he was without his armor and merely dressed barechested with only a cloak surrounding his figure. Reaching for the personal navigator strapped to his waist line, he alerted a signal. Rumors had discussed the presence of secretive medical personnel, one such that the Legionnaire had an interest in learning about. Her work was regarded highly through whispers in the streets, perhaps she would be of greater use to him in the long run.
Considering his prey and he were injured, there was no better time to utilize her talents. The basement lair was underground what appeared as an abandoned banking institution, though often times, several criminals would use this as a rendezvous location. A trio of brothers were his target, Roman had information that they possessed the location of a relic he sought but unfortunately during the heat of battle he had unwillingly already killed two of them. Hence the location and whereabouts depended on his last victim remaining alive to tell the tale.
The injured man was barely moving on the ground, too incapacitated from his wounds to display any further resistance. Roman glanced at him for a moment and then tossed the sword to the side, settling himself on a counter top and reaching for the nearest bottle of liquor. Alcohol's bitter after taste was soothing but also lowered some of the pain..
@Killa Ree