They had not relinquished their almost-conquest voluntarily. But Jyn hadn't intended upon taking no for an answer. She was small and fast, and although she was outnumbered, the skills she had gained as a fighter (this was no time for a fair fight, and she felt no remorse in fighting dirty) she soon had the upper hand.
Still, for as righteously angry she felt, Jyn did not aim to kill. She didn't go easy on them, that was for certain, but once they were incapacitated, once they were unconscious or crawling away from the action, she set upon the next.
Not that she didn't take her fair share of shots - it was inevitable, being one person taking on an entire group, but she would deal with her own injuries later. The adrenaline coursing through her veins kept her up and moving, only ever catching occasional glimpses at the man she was trying to help; clutching at the bar as though his life depended on it, almost crumpled on the ground, crawling toward one of others lying prone on the ground ...
And not again until the shot went off and the last man standing yelled in pain ... until she bashed him in the head with her truncheon until he fell onto the ground silently, too. She hadn't killed anyone - she didn't think, but anyone who was of a mind to hurt another person like these men had been might have deserved it.
Quickly, she was at his side, extending a hand for him to take, her eyes steely, but not unkind. "Come on. We've got to get out of here before the authorities arrive."
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Date: 2019-09-05 06:05 am (UTC)Still, for as righteously angry she felt, Jyn did not aim to kill. She didn't go easy on them, that was for certain, but once they were incapacitated, once they were unconscious or crawling away from the action, she set upon the next.
Not that she didn't take her fair share of shots - it was inevitable, being one person taking on an entire group, but she would deal with her own injuries later. The adrenaline coursing through her veins kept her up and moving, only ever catching occasional glimpses at the man she was trying to help; clutching at the bar as though his life depended on it, almost crumpled on the ground, crawling toward one of others lying prone on the ground ...
And not again until the shot went off and the last man standing yelled in pain ... until she bashed him in the head with her truncheon until he fell onto the ground silently, too. She hadn't killed anyone - she didn't think, but anyone who was of a mind to hurt another person like these men had been might have deserved it.
Quickly, she was at his side, extending a hand for him to take, her eyes steely, but not unkind. "Come on. We've got to get out of here before the authorities arrive."
Or reinforcements.
"You can trust me."