You slice through the tendril, Takuan. But already, two more are shooting through the undergorwth to grab you again. And something made mostly of fur and teeth just shot across your field of vision.
Galder, Chion gives Marcus an early hard blow that makes you smile; Chion is laughing. But you are still in difficulty. With the Jedi fighting the other two, the sixteen remaining guards are concentrating fire on YOU again. Out in the open you are again being overwhelmed.
No-one has any idea, but it was most likely a six figure sum. He didn't actually 'win' anything- what he effectively did was make a ton of money by offering high odds on the other racers that seemed like a great deal- but HE knew that one or the other of the two Force users (that no-one bet on) would win. So all those people who bet on the normal racers lost all their money to him.
"Now," says the Bartender, "THAT'S a language I can appreciate."
GK, the Bartender's price is enouigh to leave you without enough money to bribe anyone for the rest of the story. Will you pay it?
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Takuan, you cut free- but you are surrounded. It is like the Jugnle has drawn you into a trap.
To be fair, you DID sense a lot of danger...