The noise of the planet-city blanketed the sound his cape made when it ruffled, softly flapping due to the cross ventilation systems. He squatted at his perch, waiting for a moment he knew would come.
The rain fell and pattered on everything, soaking every surface and drowning all color. All the far away lights became blurry, distorted. Yet the man ran on, steadily and with purpose. He quickly and often turned, but it was all according to a plan. Not a single step could be off beat if he wanted to get away alive. Surely this plan would work.
Of all the years Master Kaeawc had been the sentinel of the city, he had yet to allow such criminals to go without punishment. He made it his mission to enforce the laws and aide the innocent. As he effortlessly leaped from building to building, he looked down below in faint curiosity.
The path was about to turn again, though no marker but the man's memory was his guide. He jerked into a doorway, crashing into the garbage containers on the other side. He cursed, and then put his shoulder into the door. Large crates spilled over and clanged on the ground. Wincing at the noise that anyone would be bound to hear, especially if they were looking for commotion, his mind raced. Would it be safe to find the escape vehicle here, or should he keep running?
The door behind him shut. Without looking for cause he became a beast of motion once again, jolting forward as quickly as he could. He sprinted in between parked hovercraft and speeders, countless colors of soft pastel or striking brilliance. The chrome-like finishes glaring at him as he shoved them out of his way, angry to have been smudged after being so recently cleaned. Standing in the middle of the lot, he glanced this way, and then behind. He saw no movement even as his eyes raced to glimpse something, anything. He reached into his dull yellow trousers and pulled out a vibroblade... though for its size a more descriptive name would be a vibroknife. He had a finger on the power switch, muscles tensed all over his body. Sweat poured down in nervous rivers, and his free left hand began to shake slightly.
The click of a heel. Whirling around to face his opponent, the man started as he realized there was no quick surprise. No definitive, staccato attacks that left behind confusion and severed limbs. Just one Jedi... calmly standing at ease. Knowing that for him there was no chance of grasping success from his employer unless he made it out without getting caught, he made his attack: a wide feint with his arm tensed so tightly it showed his preparation for a back hand swipe.
Kaeawc raised his arms and connected his right elbow to the man's right arm. He pivoted on one heel. A loud grinding noise could be heard as his boot scraped the asphalt. With a few fingers he guided the man's arm to wind his muscles even tighter as the strong swipe cut through where he had been standing. Click... his heel halted, and Kaeawc instantly rotated the arm that now belonged to him. Every cord responded as if on fire; the man could not budge without tearing the muscles in his arm.
While he still had momentum he looked at the face of the Jedi. He saw a calmness that was almost... sad? Taking a forward roll to the pavement, he got up. His arm was sore... burning. What did that bastard Jedi do? His lip was cut from taking the face plant and his face was lightly bruised. He snarled and came again.
Kaeawc moved to cut the distance between the two and stopped the mans arm while it was still extended all the way back. He pivoted around behind the man and twisted the arm he grasped to the point of tearing. The elbow was bent back above the man's head at an odd angle, and no amount of strength could overcome the light grip that held him. Kaeawc gently pushed down on the wrist he held along an imaginary line to the man's center. He kneeled, or rather his legs buckled against the forces his own body was exerting on itself. Through all of this the man defiantly stared into Kaeawc's eyes. No peace. No surrender.
-- Kaeawc Farore
