A single blade (open...come I say)

[Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton]

She shakes her head and takes the pistol and places it in a holster. She cocks another gun, of the same model. She places that in a holster. She adjusts her glasses.

[.:.::Bornor Re'Aden::.:.]

"Others who are now dead called me that, anger and hate burning within them. They attempted to kill me, to the glory of their house."

[Halan]

"So you killed...other... Danthiri than...Well as much fun as this situation is I must depart now"

*He pulls out a small ball no bigger than a ball bearing...he flicks it over to the Danthiri and it lets out a gas made of a rare element from the world where he learnt his skills...it was designed to knock out an opponent rather than kill.....He turns around and a disk shots out from his coat and latches onto a nearby building.....A small rope attaches itself to his coat as he shots off at great speed..he grabs the womens hand quickly and they both shoot off into the distance landing on top of the building across the street as the strange gas surrounds the mandalorian and the traitor as he lets go of the womens hand*

"I do apologie for the sudden exit"

[.:.::Bornor Re'Aden::.:.]

Bornor quickly flapped his piwafwi around him and his face, shielding him from the sudden attack. It was long enough for him to rush out through the gas. He made it out, eyeing the dangerous Danthiri as he sprang across the buildings. He just shook his head and walked off, back to a cantina. It would be pointless to give chase now. There was no way he could catch him now.

[Sabre]

Nor-Lek watched the Danthiri spring his gas, and Bornor wander off into a Cantina. He has seen much of the day’s events, keeping his distance. He had only dealt with a Danthiri once before, nearly died, they were a very dangerous no doubt. The presence of one on Coruscant was worrying to him, he was under the impression they lived in the outer rim, and straying into the core was a rarity, a rarity it seemed to not be so rare. He sighed, looking down over the edge of the building he was atop. He needed to pursue the Danthiri further; it was not his place to attack him, yet he was compelled to follow. He needed to find a way to reach a higher building; he knew it was murder to try jumping, so there was but one option open to him. He brought his body down low, closing his eyes and focusing, there was a vertical lane 10 metres forward from his position. To fail the jump was to die, to not try was to allow possible villainy to ensue.
His suddenly straightened his legs flinging himself forward and over the edge. His hair parted across the side of his head, as his hand outstretched swiftly. His hand latched onto the rim of a speeder. It blasted into the air, streaming through the calamitous air. Nor-Lek’s body was dragged brutally along with it, and as the speeder began to level out he let go, propelling himself into the air. His dexterous body allowed him to direct himself skillfully, landing carefully atop the building beside the one Halan stood. Nor-Lek ducked down immediately, peering over the side to watch Halan and his partner.

[Kakashi]

*Jack Crowly had been sleeping on the roof for an hour.He had had a little too much to drink and had wondered onto a roof top.The sound of a person landing next to him had awoken him.*

"What the?Who are you?Where am I?"
*Jack said drawing his lightsaber but leaving it inactive.*

[Halan]

*Halan shakes his head in fustration...they were everywhere..yet they showed no dognity...no deamenoer no proudess to belong to there race...he was gaining less and less respect for these humans...to put it bluntly they were idiots...pure and simple*

"I would go back sleep if I were you"

*the women he had taken with him in his speedy escape had shown alot of skill in getting so close and he had the feeling there was another on his ail*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Turner got up, brushing off his blasted suit, then looked over to his limousine. Totaled. That son of a bitch was going to pay. Immediately he called a number and a small speeder dropped down next to him. He leapt in and flew to his apartment...*

[Halan]

*Halan smirks to himself as he sees across the road that the crime lord has retreated after he descimated the back of his speeder...He gets to his feet looking out over the top of the building*

[Zekk Nassin]

*I jumped down from my ship knowing if I killed jack i would have killed an adept which would help me regain some of my connection back to the force my eyes turn a yellowish color,as I drew my blade I said*"go Danthiri I want to kill this jedi"

[Halan]

*He shakes his head and looks at the boy......he wa sbut a boy in spirit...mental capacity and body*

"Are all humans idiots or just a select few?"

[Zekk Nassin]

"I know you could kill me where I stood, the jedi coucil should have slain me then but they didn't, I shall slowly peel thier skin of then I will peel the flesh off thier body"
*I turn away from the Danthiri*

[Halan]

*He shakes his head and buttuns his coat still shaking his head...humans...so strange*

"Well if the person across that building over there is a jedi than I would siuggest not going after him he has great skill and cunning....You however are an mal'ai"

[Zekk Nassin]

"No,he is just force sensitive but I will kill him another day
*my ship floats down to me I hop in th cockpit closing it I burn sky high and leave for onderon*

[Sabre]

Nor-Lek saw the ship leave, querying whether or not to make his presence known. He had already seen the Danthiri commit crimes illegal under Republic rule, however such actions be legal in his culture. Perhaps it was time to try and friendly approach, he meant the being no harm, merely to keep an eye over his doings. After a final second thought, he tensed his body, and with a spring propelled himself into the air. He skilfully covered the ten metres between the two buildings, and landed dexterously in the evening breeze, casting black shadows across the brightly lit rooftop. He lowed his posture, the rooftop was curved and should a sudden gust of wind come it would easily knock him off. His dark brown robes flailed limply, as his eyes bored out of his hood. “I bid you good tiding friend,” he said, tilting his head, indicating this as a bow.