Callum Attar
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- Jun 18, 2019
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It had seemed that the cat that had torn the worker to shreds had grown tired of feasting while its pride-mates died. At some point, it had chosen to stalk and attack the Crusader. Callum had caught that out of the corner of his eye, but by the time he had, it was too late and the beast had already pounced. Thankfully, it seemed that the woman could hold her own better than he had and was able to stop the beast in its tracks and kill it dead before it could maim her.
With that, he breathed a sigh of relief. Before him stood two more cats. One he'd injured previously, in a lucky shot, and the other was limping around on three paws, visibly unable to put weight on the fourth. Still, in his moment of distraction, the cat with the lighter injuries moved to pounce. The Coruscantian who, at this point was getting rather cross with creatures trying to quite jump him - then again he always had been the popular sort - caught the beast in the act and fired a blaster shot off, nailing the creature in its centre of mass. The cat flew like a kite with its strings cut and fell to the ground, still moving, but not for long.
The issue had been, unfortunately, what had happened during flight. The damned fiend had picked up too much momentum, and would not be stopped by a blaster. The Acolyte found himself having jump over to his left. When he landed, thankfully still on his feet, every injured muscle he'd had began aching at once. He was fairly certain he'd popped a stitch in his left arm, in fact.
But that did not matter. What was important, was that only one foe now remained. One so injured it didn't stand much of a chance and would probably be dying soon in the wild anyhow. These beasts weren't sentient, but that didn't mean they were stupid. Noting that all its pride was dead and that it no longer had the ability to hunt, fleeing became the best option.
That being said, this sabrecat could not be allowed to leave here. It wouldn't cause a problem, but it might draw more predators, like Callum had suspected the loth-wolf corpses had. So, slowly, on account of his injuries, the Coruscantian raised his blaster and fired once again. The plasma bolt shot true, and missed... It had missed. And the recoil was hurting him once again. Irate, the Sith tapped the blaster on the side with some strength, which made his ribs hurt like hell, clearly deciding to blame the equipment, before he took aim once more at the cat that was currently trying to hobble its way to freedom. Once again plasma left metal, and this time it hit the beast in its temple. It fell to its side instantly, and that was the last of this particularly nasty pack of cats.
"Bury the bodies and get back to work." - Callum commanded, his voice a little hoarse and anger visible in his tone, which very much differed from his usual, silver-tongued self. Even speaking caused him pain, and he wanted to leave this place, the sooner the better. Silently chastising himself, the man tacked on in the end - "And figure out a way to place his remains where it won't smell. If we're able, we should give him a proper burial." - the man said, still wincing every now and again, his head motioning towards the deceased worker.
@Darasuum
With that, he breathed a sigh of relief. Before him stood two more cats. One he'd injured previously, in a lucky shot, and the other was limping around on three paws, visibly unable to put weight on the fourth. Still, in his moment of distraction, the cat with the lighter injuries moved to pounce. The Coruscantian who, at this point was getting rather cross with creatures trying to quite jump him - then again he always had been the popular sort - caught the beast in the act and fired a blaster shot off, nailing the creature in its centre of mass. The cat flew like a kite with its strings cut and fell to the ground, still moving, but not for long.
The issue had been, unfortunately, what had happened during flight. The damned fiend had picked up too much momentum, and would not be stopped by a blaster. The Acolyte found himself having jump over to his left. When he landed, thankfully still on his feet, every injured muscle he'd had began aching at once. He was fairly certain he'd popped a stitch in his left arm, in fact.
But that did not matter. What was important, was that only one foe now remained. One so injured it didn't stand much of a chance and would probably be dying soon in the wild anyhow. These beasts weren't sentient, but that didn't mean they were stupid. Noting that all its pride was dead and that it no longer had the ability to hunt, fleeing became the best option.
That being said, this sabrecat could not be allowed to leave here. It wouldn't cause a problem, but it might draw more predators, like Callum had suspected the loth-wolf corpses had. So, slowly, on account of his injuries, the Coruscantian raised his blaster and fired once again. The plasma bolt shot true, and missed... It had missed. And the recoil was hurting him once again. Irate, the Sith tapped the blaster on the side with some strength, which made his ribs hurt like hell, clearly deciding to blame the equipment, before he took aim once more at the cat that was currently trying to hobble its way to freedom. Once again plasma left metal, and this time it hit the beast in its temple. It fell to its side instantly, and that was the last of this particularly nasty pack of cats.
"Bury the bodies and get back to work." - Callum commanded, his voice a little hoarse and anger visible in his tone, which very much differed from his usual, silver-tongued self. Even speaking caused him pain, and he wanted to leave this place, the sooner the better. Silently chastising himself, the man tacked on in the end - "And figure out a way to place his remains where it won't smell. If we're able, we should give him a proper burial." - the man said, still wincing every now and again, his head motioning towards the deceased worker.
@Darasuum
Rolled to attack. Minor Success. All enemies are now dead.
