Slith stood in the face of sizzling droid wires and blaster fire from all directions. One blaster bolt hit him, tore his spacesuit and jumpsuit to split his dark green scales into a shiny red blood patch singed black around the edges. Pain meant little to the Trandoshan, except to increase his desire to kill as his arm stung and throbbed from the hit. Droids were not satisfying kills, however, so he would not bother taking his time with them to enjoy it. He would save that for later, if he decided to eat Fel-Dom for cowardness.
"Fel-Dom fire your blaster you coward," the Trandoshan hissed, before charging at the next droid he saw - ahead and to his left - bone ryyk blade hacking into metal with tremendous force.
charging at battle droid north and west of him.
ryyk blade charge d20+8= 24. 2d10+11= 24 damage.
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Trangle came out from around the corner to confirm the mutant's fate. He expected it to be dead. When he saw it standing there, he swallowed in horror and grit his teeth in determination. He raised his lightsaber solemnly.
"Time for the final showdown."
- DoD, Trangle the Mon Calamari jedi.