"Sayeeda!" Neil cried, before his eyes went wide and he ducked in the nick of time. He kicked off the wall and slid between the Hex's legs as the massive Saurien slammed into the wall, causing bits of material to flake and fall. There was a predatory way he moved that set him apart from most Hexanagallion's. It caused a chill to crawl up his spine. Still, Neil knew Saxon and he'd evaded him this long. At the edge of his vision, he saw a brilliant glint. It was hard to shatter Aestimobium, but even if it was broken, the shards were still worth a fortune. 

"Whoa, whoa big fella!" Neil said as Saxon turned, his massive fist leading. Neil had to squirm and roll out of the way, the fist leaving a dent in the alleyway floor. "If you rip me to shreds they won't recognize my body for the bounty, remember!?" Neil had rolled backwards and took out his pistol. FUCK, he didn't have his heavy revolver. He'd gotten that thing just so he could penetrate Saxon's armor! 

Still, there were vital spots. Neil let off two rounds, but it only grazed the side of the Hax's snarling face. "Shit!" was all he managed before the Hexanagallion grabbed Neil by the shirt and shoved him against the wall, knocking out his breath and nearly breaking his collarbone. In fact Neil felt he had broken or damaged something. There was a coppery taste in his mouth. 

There was a guttural snarl that escaped the mandibles of the brutal bounty hunter. "I'll break the bones in your arms and legs." The sound of him speaking sounded like rocks grinding against each other. Neil knew the only way to stall was to keep talking. Saxon never did like to talk but he still had to try. 

"How the hell did you get off that rock?" Neil asked him. It was something he was very fascinated to find out about. The last time he had seen Saxon, the Hex was in the jaws of a Maw Worm on an asteroid, Neil having stranded him there. Saxon answered as eloquently as always. "Tore out of its stomach. Had a locator beacon." 
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