Baze allows the other soldier to throw a punch--not to hit him, mind, but at least to throw it. The crack of his jaw against Baze's fist is loud and thoroughly satisfying. Baze's knuckles swell with the force of it, but he pays them no mind as he ducks a wild swing.
An elbow to the throat sends the soldier sprawling to the ground, and Baze delicately places a foot on his chest. "You all right, Chirrut?" Baze says, barely winded.
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Date: 2017-04-02 04:50 am (UTC)An elbow to the throat sends the soldier sprawling to the ground, and Baze delicately places a foot on his chest. "You all right, Chirrut?" Baze says, barely winded.