Hord wasn't fully distracted, however. He heard the whirr of lightsabers, and blaster shots. He raised his hand into the air, and released a Force wave - knocked everything back within a 5 meter radius.
''Stand back, whatever you are. We don't have time for dusty Sith lords.''
"How about you make me, spice junkie?", Hord replied, as he lifted the knocked-back smuggler into the air with the Force. He shook him back and forth in the air as if he was a ragdoll, before slamming him into the backwards wall.
"Who's next?", he asked aloud, advancing towards Per'dra.
The funniest thing about this sentence is that by the time you realize it doesn't say anything it's too late to stop reading it.
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