The thump crunches into his nose, sending head-splitting pain radiating from the point of impact and promptly turning his breaths into harsh pants. Blood oozes down his face, tears run from his eyes, making his appearance even more wild.

He doesn't pause. He does, however, laugh, soft and low, the sound made wet with blood, his teeth stained with it.

Baze is in the way of him getting at Eiko, so he closes, aiming sharp, quick blows at Baze's ribs.

Eiko, wide-eyed at her staff being blooded, nearly loses a step, but her training holds. She rounds on Baze, echoing her teacher's movements. She would hold back, lighten her blows, but she knows Chirrut would be able to hear the difference.