Before the suprised Rodian had a chance to react, Brant stabbed his poison-filled knife into the man's chest, and flipped the switch, injecting the entire vile of poison into the man's blood stream. Within seconds he fell.
With somehow enhanced speed, Brant ejected the poison clip onto the floor, and loaded a new one, which was filled with paralyzing liquid, in and threw it at Thuriel, and it injected itself into him, and the handsome Twi'lek slumped in his chair.
By this time the rest of the Rodian's thugs had arrived. they were a mix-match of aliens and droids; males and females and its. And all of them armed with guns and knives and plenty of other deadly weapons.
Brant cooly stood up from the bar, and slowly lifted his short sword from its sheath and into the air. The cool metal hilt seemed to tell of ages of use as a different weapon, not a standard sword. It had an elaborate cross-bar which aslo acted as an axe of sorts. The heavy durasteel blade gleamed in the multi-colored light, and the jagged dimond teeth on one side of the blade cast buetiful lights around the room. With the touch of a switch, the vibro-short sword began to hum and shake, and Brant rushed into the fight.
A head rolled across the floor to who knows where before the last warm body hit the ground. Brant stood there in the middle, breathing hard, his clothes drenched with blood, and his sword dripped a steady stream of multi-colored blood and juices, chunks of flesh, and circuit pieces.
A sound brought him back to his senses. The police were running towards this casino!
"Let's go!" Brant cried, turning to grab Thuriel, but only saw a giant fist.
His vision was dizzy and his head reeled as the large man, and a familiar-looking old man, who carried a large amount of credit chip boxes and a bottle of wine, lifted him and Thuriel and carried them out of the casino...