Thu May 06, 2010 8:16 pm by Ado-Rur
*Doma missed, but he had the slightest bit of Force Sensitivity in him. What could he do? Augmentation and a little bit of Shatterpoint (the defensive break-through kind, not the smashing walls kind). He was already wheeling around backwards the opposite way of his opponent to get some power on a backswing that could prove to be startling at the least. Of course, this guy was the Champion, so who knew what Doma was in for.
Anywho, he was spinning and a first shot knicked his right shoulder and went spinning off into the stands. He felt no pain of any kind, just a sly sense of relief and worry. His entire right arm from the shoulder down to the veyr blades that constituted his fingers was coated in strong durasteel/phrik alloy. The slug shot into his arm was plenty to dent and probably tear into the metal, but this first sloppy shot was not something that could damage the electronics. Yet, mind you.
The second shot was more well-aimed, but Doma had fallen directly into position and was turning straight into the second shot. However, this pirate was never taught to be nimble. He was never taught to be light on his feet. In fact, he was a klutz some of the time, and only when jousting squarely with Adumari duelists could he maintain the best of footing. The floor of this arena was slightly sandy as many arenas were (if it's not, correct me at your pleasure), and Doma's weight was obviously not distributed correctly on the one leg he was supposedly balanced on. He slipped with his right leg sliding to the right and his left knee kitting the ground as Doma went down. It had looked like he was lunging into an expertly low position like some ninja assasin in the holo-vids teenage aliens and humans alike watched in their free time.
The bullet initially meant to stop his heart took him on the right cheek instead. This was also a grazing blow, but just barely. It broke the skin and cracked the cheek bone cleanly, and blood splurted from the quickly created wound as the bullet also knicked the top of his ear before zipping away for good. Besides the pain, Doma was already bringing up the blaster in his left hand again and firing as the bullet was causing its damage. These shots were fired in the basic direction of the Champion who was obviously quite close and could have a good chance of scoring a hit. The same cluster of three laser blasts was Doma's attack choice. At the same time, Doma was swinging his sword out defensively to try and ward off the Champion. He squinted his right eye to avoid getting squirting blood in it and in response to the pain.*
