(OOC My char shouldn’t be strong enough to fight her, let alone kill her)

Chief pauses in the open to change his clip. But Darok's troubles are only beginning; weather or not he is still standing. With a roar that shakes the raining air, Jesska is moving. Several hundred pounds of scale, claw, and fury bear down on the smaller being; and twin blades cleave the air towards his chest in a blind berserker's rage.

Darok eyes grew wide as the pack exploded sending blue sparks every where. He then ducked rolled behind a pile rubble as the commandos returned a fire back in his direction. The heat from the wave of blaster fire singed his hair, and nicked him on the side of his suit. Once there was a break in the fire, Darok shot back up only to be met with a large trandoshan wielding twin blades. The blades cut threw the padding protecting his chest, before he was able to back pedal out of the way. He then fired two more shots at the killing machine barreling towards him, but lost his balance sending the bolts harmlessly into the sky before he dropped his gun and fell on his back. He turned on his belly and pushed himself up, turning as he did so that he was facing the Trandoshan head on. He didn’t have a sword so he just crouched down into a wrestling position, with his eyes wide with fear as the dual wielding maniac came after him.

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