Sinjir's initial decision is just not to get involved. He's not carrying an energy weapon (it can be unhealthy to have a blaster on you, out here) and he would rather, all things considered, avoid having to kill-or-be-killed this evening. He drops under the bar, kicking a table down for a bit of an extra shield on his other side. There's quite a bit of blaster fire exchanged, a few screams, people rushing out the door, one minor fire (put out by a glass of ale, which, as not many people know, doesn't have enough alcohol in it to sustain a conflagration) and...
Hadad.
Whom Sinjir watches quite particularly.
Until two of the gunmen try to creep past Sinjir in order to get the drop on Hadad's back. This is practically a gift-wrapped invitation to someone like Sinjir: look! Here! You can get in Hadad's good graces!
He moves out from his hiding place. First, a snap kick to one's belly; then he grabs the blaster of the second. Breaks that man's wrist, while bringing his knee up to get the nose of the man who's doubled over from the stomach impact. Dissecting the second man's clumsy defenses is trivial, and ends with him whimpering on the ground with a broken kneecap. Sinjir brings the blaster up to aim at the first, and he kicks over a chair in his haste to flee the scene, his nose streaming with blood.
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Sinjir's initial decision is just not to get involved. He's not carrying an energy weapon (it can be unhealthy to have a blaster on you, out here) and he would rather, all things considered, avoid having to kill-or-be-killed this evening. He drops under the bar, kicking a table down for a bit of an extra shield on his other side. There's quite a bit of blaster fire exchanged, a few screams, people rushing out the door, one minor fire (put out by a glass of ale, which, as not many people know, doesn't have enough alcohol in it to sustain a conflagration) and...
Hadad.
Whom Sinjir watches quite particularly.
Until two of the gunmen try to creep past Sinjir in order to get the drop on Hadad's back. This is practically a gift-wrapped invitation to someone like Sinjir: look! Here! You can get in Hadad's good graces!
He moves out from his hiding place. First, a snap kick to one's belly; then he grabs the blaster of the second. Breaks that man's wrist, while bringing his knee up to get the nose of the man who's doubled over from the stomach impact. Dissecting the second man's clumsy defenses is trivial, and ends with him whimpering on the ground with a broken kneecap. Sinjir brings the blaster up to aim at the first, and he kicks over a chair in his haste to flee the scene, his nose streaming with blood.
All right. That wasn't so bad.