Mitz felt the climax of this little shootout coming to pass, moving quickly to get himself into it. The open door was blocked, a wall of Teepo Paladins between him and the fight, so he decided to make another door. He sent the Teepo following him to join their brothers, having no further need for them .
Two quick flourishes with his saber, and the wall was sufficiently weakened, setting the breeching charge. He thought about covering his ears for a second, but he was pretty sure he couldn't hear anything anyway, the sounds of constant conflict had shorted out his hearing pretty efficiently.
He pulled the trigger, the breeching charge sending shard of stone flying into the room. The backpack was all ready rigged, the weapon being held firmly in both hands, his left hand steadying the monstrosity, his plasma burned right hand clamped down over the trigger.
It filled the air with the cacophony of sweet autofire mayhem, thousands of projectiles flying from the rapidly rotating barrels, the minigun making its presence known. The first two targets fell, the rest moving to scatter from the force of the minigun. It was an old lesson that came to his mind right then, "The force don't mean much to a minigun."
He was belated as he saw one of the corrupted warriors turn, trying to shield his brethren from the minigun, only to be cut down by the Teepo. The minigun fell silent finally, its ammunition expended. He dropped the thing with ease, the back pack falling away as he duck behind some cover, igniting the saber he had looted from the corpse of the man who had contributed this cigarettes, lighting one quickly, pulling his last loaded pistol.
He had two clips of ammunition left for the Dissauder, resolved to make them count. He came flying out of cover, shoulder tackling one of the Krath, catching it off guard, burying his pistol in its ribcage, pulling the trigger twice, seeing the light in its eyes die.
He rose, parrying saber with saber, his pistol finishing the exchange, until finally his ammunition was completely depleted, leaving him with only the saber. He was mechanically efficient with the saber, blocking by absolute margins, responding with kicks and punches, moving in close to things, keeping blasters from targetting him. He dropped one last Krath, seeing the rest of the room.
The Teepo had taken losses, but by all acounts their command group was intact, and had the situation well in hand. His eyes flashed dark, pieces of wall flying around him, his saber crackling with excess energy. He moved to the woman, the one who had brought him here, with her cry in the darkness, his black eyes searching, scanning her.
He was a mess, covered in nicks and cuts, duraplast covering large portions of his body, holes shot in his coat, open areas of skin exposed. Was this what he had come all this way for? A woman? why....it made no sense, but he was resolved that anything that wasn't a Teepo that came within arm's reach was going to have issues with losing a limb.
He watched the Teepo finish their scourge, energy fading fast. Maybe he could finally get some peac eand quiet, hopefully this was over.......
