› din quickly kills an enemy before they attack han ⁕ action prompts.
when a bad day progresses into a worst one, even a scoundrel as (in)famous as han solo finds himself out of lady luck's graces. backed into a corner, his blaster scattered on the ground a shady alleyway or two ago, he grins at the nearest imperial allied piece of bantha trash with more confidence than he feels, bloodied gums bared. '' oh c'mon, you gonna bring a blaster to a fist fight? '' he tries to swing, gets rewarded with the butt of a blaster against his right temple. his vision goes black for half a second and he stumbles backwards, towards the wall. his odds, right there and then, look rotten. if he wasn't already winded and bruised, if someone hadn't squeaked about their coming, if if if— a shot of plasma rings in his ears.
his knees give out and land him against the wall at his back, but it's only because of the shock of adrenaline sizzling out. a disbelieving half coughed out laugh tears from his throat, hoarse and strained against probably bruised ribs, when he looks up and sees a familiar beskar hiding the face of his rescuer. at least, he thinks it's familiar. dearly hopes so.
'' hey— @fraegiles, right? that you under there? ''
