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"We should go..." Viktor said to John as Thalgan stood before them, "Yeah..." John responded, nearly throwing himself towards the side entrance back into the bar as Thalgan fired. His savior, Viktor, fired off a shot of his own at Thalgan before he dived for cover behind one of the burning dumpsters. "One man is more than enough!" Viktor shouted at Thalgan, firing blindly through around the dumpster to buy John time to flee.

Fired seeped into the bar, activating it's sprinkler systems in hopes of quelling the flames before they could really spread. "Where are you guys?" John asked loudly as he scrambled into the pub.

"Here!" Emily called out, she and the remaining Irishmen hiding in the pub's freezer. "We gotta go while we have the chance. Viktor is holding that guy off." John told them, gesturing for the group to follow. The fighting outside seemed to have died down, help must have arrived and sent the mercenaries running.

Or they had finished their job, whatever that was.

The aforementioned help found themselves pinned down by Zoraka, he was doing well at delaying them and buying the attacking mercenaries time to get away from the warzone they had created. The Invictus elites were caught off guard again by the dark Jedi as he leapt through the air.

"Now!" Banner shouted, the elites rushing towards Zoraka. The damage was done, the now brainwashed elite turned his rifle on his comrades and opened fire. He brought two down before the others were on him, holding him down and stripping as many weapons as they could from him. The others, including Banner, kept their attention on Zoraka.

"We're ending this. Rodeo time!" Banner shouted at the elites. Several of them removed grappling hooks from their utility belts, flinging them at their enemy in hopes of ensaring his arms and legs. They needed at least two to catch on and then Zoraka was at their mercy.

They hoped. with part of their team restraining one of their own they couldn't execute the attack they wanted. They had to improvise.