"No clu--" Trunks had started to respond, trying to get an idea of what was stored in the crates other than big and nasty.
Corrsk had managed to get his blaster rifle out, and in the moment they'd presented good targets, had gone for Ahsoka.
He had no way of knowing this, but it was quite possibly one of the stupidest things he could've done with a demi-saiyan around.
Things moved in slow-motion, Trunks turning as Ahsoka went down to one knee. One hand shot out to the side, that blue-sphere of energy gathered once more and then fired at the downed duo. Even if that didn't do it, the sword thrown with good aim to spear the Saurian's shoulder and chest to the ground likely helped.
Trunks was already moving though, thoughts of the other gone from his mind as he shifted closer to her. Pulling her arm around his shoulder and holding her wrist, the other around her waist and then they were rising. Getting distance and out of the immediate battle.
Insects of some kind--nasty looking ones, and considering he could see now that they were healing rapidly from where they were exiting the crate, Trunks was really hoping they couldn't fly. They had to end this, fast.
"Ahsoka." Trying to get her to focus more on him. "I need you to hold on to me, I need my hands." At least one of them, but two would be better.
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Date: 2017-03-02 01:13 am (UTC)Corrsk had managed to get his blaster rifle out, and in the moment they'd presented good targets, had gone for Ahsoka.
He had no way of knowing this, but it was quite possibly one of the stupidest things he could've done with a demi-saiyan around.
Things moved in slow-motion, Trunks turning as Ahsoka went down to one knee. One hand shot out to the side, that blue-sphere of energy gathered once more and then fired at the downed duo. Even if that didn't do it, the sword thrown with good aim to spear the Saurian's shoulder and chest to the ground likely helped.
Trunks was already moving though, thoughts of the other gone from his mind as he shifted closer to her. Pulling her arm around his shoulder and holding her wrist, the other around her waist and then they were rising. Getting distance and out of the immediate battle.
Insects of some kind--nasty looking ones, and considering he could see now that they were healing rapidly from where they were exiting the crate, Trunks was really hoping they couldn't fly. They had to end this, fast.
"Ahsoka." Trying to get her to focus more on him. "I need you to hold on to me, I need my hands." At least one of them, but two would be better.