Snippet #2564428

A pistol. How laughable.

Thalgan was undeterred by the weapon, proceeding to stride forward, reaching out with his right hand to grasp the firearm's barrel. He was prepared to absorb some gunshots with the armor he wore, but ultimately, he expected to turn the tides in his favor. His hand nearing closer, he sought to destroy the weapon with his crushgaunts, making use of the strength-enhancing properties afforded by the micronized beskar to implode the barrel with sheer pressure.

Elsewhere in the Courtyard, the Jupiter mercenaries were taken off guard by the arrival of the Invictus units from the underground. Two of the mercs were gunned down, bullets ripping into their persons; one of them met a gruesome fate as their visage exploded out of the back of their heads as it met a rifle round head-on. Only half of the mercenaries remained, and Zoraka was still present.

The Dark Jedi devised a solution to the outnumbering ranks of Invictus, hurling his lightsaber in a roundabout arc, seeking to decapitate or otherwise kill the opposition before him. The remaining mercs fought to the last, delivering unending bursts of a combination of projectile and plasma weapons fire.

They'd all die, possibly, but they wouldn't go down without fighting tooth and nail.