Pain stabs into Baze's arm as he rests his palms on the ground. He crouches, tensing his legs and readying himself to run towards the next pillar. Counting off in his head the next time the intruders will fire, Baze galvanizes his muscles into action.
He launches himself across the courtyard, pumping his legs. Baze almost overshoots the next pillar, but manages to jerk himself back behind it. He's close, so close, to striking distance. He can smell the blaster char, the sizzling scent of lasers.
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Date: 2017-04-05 06:23 am (UTC)He launches himself across the courtyard, pumping his legs. Baze almost overshoots the next pillar, but manages to jerk himself back behind it. He's close, so close, to striking distance. He can smell the blaster char, the sizzling scent of lasers.