"that is the nature of things yerssot, but you gentlemen could use some training, However this is nor the time nor the place"
*Marcus steps forward in the corridor very gently, keeping out all sense for danger, dont want to fall in a pit with spikes or anything, dont want to arm a therminal detonator or stuff like that*
Marcus, when you step into the corridor you hear a beeping noise and your danger sense goes through the roof.
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These droids are finshed, Xeth; their numbers depeleted they can no longer keep you down with firepower. You soon polish off the last of them.
"Um..." says Milano. He turns to run for the lift.
You're ok with two, I guess yerss; I don't penalise people for being flash but I don't allow extra advantage for it. That sort of thing tends to be something the Swordsman types do, though. But I shall need Marcus' response as he was first in.
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Milano falls, Xeth- though a body is a hard thing to darg and he holds onto the carpet, grimly.
"Ah, Xeth... yes..." he says. "Now... you aren't going to believe how THIS misunderstanding came about..."