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John opened fire on the approaching man, ech round was accurate at such a close range. The problem was that Thalgan was armored. Armored tended to help someone when faced with guns and some other weaponry. John needed something bigger and stronger.

He still took his chance and unleashed almost every round in his Desert Eagle, he couldn't get the last few out by the time Thalgan grabbed the weapon and crushed it. He didn't have his other weapons. He didn't think he'd need them working in the bar. A bar in Wing City, at that. Maybe a little extra paranoia would have been helpful.

"Damn it..." John muttered, backing away from Thalgan. He clenched his fists, a faint purple glow finding a home just above his skin. The young man had more abilities, but it was obvious he was holding back. Maybe to help his friends, maybe a lack of confidence, maybe because he didn't know what he was up against with Thalgan.

Maybe a combination of all three.

"Come on. I'm ready." John said, raising his fists towards the mercenary. As he got ready for a brawl, Viktor came charging down the alley with his shotgun raised. All he needed was one good shot to knock the Mandalorian down. He waited until he was close and fired at the mercenary.

Back out on the street, Invictus elites ducked and dodged Zoraka's lightsaber. Some had closer calls with it than others, but the general consensus was that they needed to tay the fuck away. At least until they dealt with the mercenaries and didn't have to worry about catching a bullet or plasma from behind.

"Maintain distance!" One of them shouted, the other elites backing off from Zoraka and his remaining mercenary allies. The Invictus elites were better equipped, armored, and shileded than their first responder counterparts.

They were soldiers and warriors, not just ex-cops or championship fighters who joined up with the Invictus. Their training showed even in their retreat, soldiers fired as others ran for cover, those in cover fired and bought time for their comrades to find safety as well.

"Plan of action?" One of the elites asked another as they took covered behind some damage cars. "Focus on that Jedi motherfucker." The elite answered, he was a large black man, a human. The Invictus patch sewn into his jumpsuit colored orange and black.

"How, Banner?" Another asked the man, "Zerg rules. Rush him, overwhelm him. Bring him down." Banner explained, "We'll go on my mark. I want those gunmen dead or in zips as soon as possible, by the way."