The crack of bone and muscle and skin on skin brings Chirrut's head up. He would sigh over the blatant stupidity of youth, but someone has to protect Baze's back. A heavy tread, an angrily indrawn breath there, to his right...
That breath is knocked back out again when Chirrut slams his staff into the second soldier's guts. The stick cuts a humming path through the air as he twists it back, up, and around to crack soundly against the soldier's temple, toppling him neatly.
"Some kind of Jedi." Chirrut huffs, seating himself on the fallen soldier's back. "That was hurtful."
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Date: 2017-04-02 04:44 am (UTC)That breath is knocked back out again when Chirrut slams his staff into the second soldier's guts. The stick cuts a humming path through the air as he twists it back, up, and around to crack soundly against the soldier's temple, toppling him neatly.
"Some kind of Jedi." Chirrut huffs, seating himself on the fallen soldier's back. "That was hurtful."