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[Emoir]

*Emoir turns and begins walking down the street in the direction of the starport. Two hunters pass infront of them but just glance at her and halan, the hunters then keep searching through buildings and allyways. Almost there, emoir sees a larger group of hunters coming out froman ally, the changling worrior with them seeming to be in a fit of rage.*

How could we let her out of our sights!?... Find her at all coasts, I dont care what measures you need to go to!...

*Commandingly the group of hunters split away from the changling worrior who's sword seemed stained with blood, obviously from slaughtering innocents who got in his way. As the hunters scout about the changling spots emoir and halan walking down the street. He approches the two still seething with anger.*

"What the hell are you two doing standing around, get moving!"

*Emoir looks to halan and nods towards an entersection to head down so it would seem that they were obeying orders. Emoir then jogs on over to the enter section sinaling for halan to follow. The iridorian armor was bulky and heavy. She wasnt use to it which quickly tired her out, as they were reaching the end mile point.*

[Halan]

*Halan walks quickly behind her....this seemed to be going resonably smoothly*

"I think you can take that off now surely?"

[Emoir]

*Breathing heavaly she nodded, she felt it wasnt smart but it was too heavy. She pulled off the helment and dropped it on the ground before slidding off the rest of the armor. She then turned as a hunter came out of the shadows yelling.*

"Target spotted!, Target spotted!"

*Others came and bloked the only ways of escape. Emoir and halan were trapped.*

"Any bright ideas now?"

*She sarcasticly stated.*

[Halan]

*Halan smiles at her and turns to two of the hunters blocking there way...he plunges his head into his leather coat and several small blades are tightly gripped in his fingers....he throws them at men....one digs itself into the neck of the man...blood spurts out form his neck as he falls backwards....dead...the other one is hit direclty in the chest...he gasps for air as he falls......hopefully his "friend" would be able to take care of the other one*

[Emoir]

*Emoir was very impressed by the quick work of halan, she followed through on the last one by whiping a short knife from a holster tied around her leg, it flipped in mid air, and down into her hand as she caught it by the handle. Without another second more she threw the knife into a hunter's face ripping through his helment. It was instintanious death, only a crack was heard as the hunter fell face down on the road. She turns towards halan with a slight smirk as her eyes focus on the ring leader so to speak, the changling who remaind.*

"Impressive, I guess that leaves this one?"

*The changling worrior was shocked but remained determined, he drew two very large swords that he held on his back.*

"I am sure you will find that I wont be so easy to dispatch!"

[Halan]

*He smiles at emoir and wraps his coat aorund himself again doing up the buttuns on it*

"I believe the custom is...ladies first"

[Emoir]

*She exasperatedly rolled her eyes and then began to approch the fearsom worrior.*

"Such a gentilemen..."

*After the sarcastic remark, blade still in hand she swept her sword into a swift uppercut curve wich the changling met by crossing his two swords over like an 'X' perfectly defending aginst her attack. In that moment the changling added enough force on both of his swords as a cracking noise was heard.

Emoir's blad litteraly shattered as the changling's swords bit down like sicors cleanly cutting her sword in two. The end of her blade dropped to the ground as she stood in shock and disbelief.

"Looks like I will have to cut off your life line."

The changling laughed as he swiped at her feet horozontaly trying to sever her feet. Seeing the oppertunity, emoir front flipped foward in the air, the changling couldent defend as she plowed into his cheast with a jump kick.

The changling feel backwards with the wind knocked out of him, he droped onto his back and sat up gasping for air.

"How? Ha-...?"

Emoir then drew her blaster pistol and slowly approched the defensless changling. When he was kicked his swords left his hands. The changling was speachless as she approched. About two feet away she pointed the pistol to his face. Silence feel for what seemed forever as she then pulled the trigger and broke the silence. The changling feel back flat on his back. Emoir raised the pistol to her lips and blew the smoke emiting from the pistol away.

"Right bettwen the eyes..."

[Halan]

*He walks forward past her and steps on the body of the fallan man*

"Well that wasn't half bad"

[Emoir]

*She sets the pistol back into it's holster before turning to him.*

"More are probaly still out their, I suggest we keep moving."

[Halan]

*He does a small hop of the dead body and it does a sickening crunch..he had just broke several of the mans ribs...just to be safe*

"How many would you say?"

[Emoir]

"I dunno fifteen?"

*She shook her head.*

"But that doesnt matter, we should keep moving."

[Halan]

*He ponders something for just a moment than pushes her forward gently as if she had been holding them up*

"Come to think of it..I don't even know your name it will help our situation greatly"

[Emoir]

*She sighs exasperated.*

"Emoir... You?"

[Halan]

"Doesn't matter..moving on"

*He strolls out past her onto the street and turns back to her*

"so how are you planning on leaving?"

[Emoir]

*She continues walking but keeps her eyes focused on the hanger ahead.*

"Steal a ship."