[The sound of blaster fire rang out, sending a surge of adrenalin ripping through Smile’s veins as the world felt like it slowed down around him. He felt the graze of one shot across his right bicep and the other sear past his left side; the body armor he wore taking most of the burn of the blasters but there was still enough residual heat that he knew what he would find under it later. His focus narrowed as he pivoted and drew the firearm that his lost brother had given him what felt like a lifetime ago; the twin to his own destoryed Velvet Nightmare.
The weight and balance was more than familiar enough, that the weapon may has well just been an extension of his own arm as he returned fire, shot for shot before he launched off the edge of the roof with a half-turn and landed with a skid upon the next in a low crouch. Would bullets been more stratifying to hear singing from the barrel of the gunblade in his hands? Absolutely. But he was content that the damn thing worked at all as that had not always been his previous experience in the past.
Somewhere in the dark of the hood, his eyes narrowed in his annoyance as he could see the pair in the distance still insistent on their dogged pursuit of him. A sharp 'tch' of annoyance left him as he took one more potshot to warn the pair off then turned quickly once more as he resumed his sprint across the crisscrossing rooves, weapon quickly stowed back into its holster so that he could move easily once more. His intentions now to reach the starport in the distance clear with his direction. All that construction and ships constantly coming and going? It wouldn't be hard for him to slip away and be lost once more with a little luck.]
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The weight and balance was more than familiar enough, that the weapon may has well just been an extension of his own arm as he returned fire, shot for shot before he launched off the edge of the roof with a half-turn and landed with a skid upon the next in a low crouch. Would bullets been more stratifying to hear singing from the barrel of the gunblade in his hands? Absolutely. But he was content that the damn thing worked at all as that had not always been his previous experience in the past.
Somewhere in the dark of the hood, his eyes narrowed in his annoyance as he could see the pair in the distance still insistent on their dogged pursuit of him. A sharp 'tch' of annoyance left him as he took one more potshot to warn the pair off then turned quickly once more as he resumed his sprint across the crisscrossing rooves, weapon quickly stowed back into its holster so that he could move easily once more. His intentions now to reach the starport in the distance clear with his direction. All that construction and ships constantly coming and going? It wouldn't be hard for him to slip away and be lost once more with a little luck.]