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The Invictus security officers went flying from Zoraka's attack. They weren't expecting something like that to happen while they tried to take on the mercenaries. It was a setback, many of them were aching and injured by the force of their bodies hitting walls and ground. Others lost their only ranged weapons, buying the mercs more than enough time to finish their job without much resistance.

That was until the cavalry arrived, the open manhole covers weren't just for entering the sewers. And the reason so many of them seemed to fill the Courtyard was about to be known. Out came men and women, all of them donning black armor and black jumpsuits. They carried assaultrifles, and as they entered the mini-warzone they didn't hesitate to open fire on the attackers they saw.

Hopefully the element of surpise would have been enough to quell the attack, or at least send a message to the mercs and result in a retreat. Anything to end the violence before more innocents and more of their own got hurt.

Viktor took the arrival of backup as his chance to get to his feet and get out of dodge. He spotted Thalgan on his way to the alley beside the bar, John and the others, as far as Viktor knew, didn't get out. While Thalgan was one man, he was more armored and more armed than anyone in the bar was.

The Italian man reached into his car, pressing his finger against a button that immediately popped his trunk. The Italian private eye crouched along towards the back of his car, discreetly reaching into the trunk and grabbing hold of his Mossberg 500 shotgun.It packed enough of a punch that it would even his odds of surviving more than his pistol.

"Here goes nothing..." Viktor said, rushing towards the alley to help out his friends. before they became notches on the Madalorian mercenary's belt.

Said friends were barely able to avoid the fire Thalgan unleashed on top of them. Though it was more like they were sent bck into the frying pan by the fire, John dived away from the fire deeper into the alley. The others back into the bar. The trash in the alley was lighting up the dark alley, and some of the fire found itself creeping into the bar.

The fire could be dealt with, Thalgan was the real obstacle to escaping. John knew that, so the young man scrambled to his feet and raised his gun at the mercenary.

The battle raging not far from them seemed to lost it's importance now that John was face to face with the man who tried to end his life. He didn't know it was Thalgan that took the first shot that started it all, but all the same the Mandalorian was in his way.

He had to be moved.

"Move." John commanded.