[center]~|Day 2, 08:42 - 08:45 GST|~
~|Kaggath, Prison Complex (Medical Area)|~[/center]

Alat shook his head and as he began to slide across the floor he saw the lightsaber coming [i] now or never[/i] It was just like passing a blade only it had to be faster. [i]This is gonna hurt.[/i] Alat shot his hand out as the blade came down. Twisting his head to the side and directing the force along his arms the intersecting slash slid along his arm. Alat roared in pain as the fourth digit on his right hand was severed when the Light saber initially impacted. It seared the flesh of his right arm to a crisp as it slid along the arm preserving his legs as he slid out from under the stroke.

Alat’s head rang and he staggered to his feet after being pulled away from Sish. “piece of trash Sith.” Alat stumbled and hit his hip against a metal table. Alat's hand was curled into a claw as pain rolled from the severed stump of the finger. Feeling along the table to see what it was he caught the edge of it. Alat’s eyes finally focused on the Sith. “Congratulations, you’ve officially pissed me off." Alat seized the table with a hollow metallic roar and using the force he lifted it from the floor. No hot anger rolled off him it was a roar of effort as opposed to true anger. Alat’s aura was cold again but its edges still tasted of malice and it was all too clear that his intention was to cave in the Trandoshan’s head with the table. Regardless of lightsaber the five by two metal table was going to hit something and luckily no one was standing close enough to be hurt by it save the sith. Alat’s eyes flicked off to the side and a thought occurred to him. [i]This is a bad plan, a very bad plan.[/i] Alat slammed the table down towards sith and headed towards a wall panel.