[center][h2] HJ Twilight [/h2][/center]

"Holy..." My words are drowned out by the sound of the vicious roars of Huntress as she slams herself into the droid and claws at it's thick armor. The droid, too close to use any of it's major weapons, is forced to mimic the rancor in a way, delivering brute force punches at her shoulders and chest. Our ship, the [i]Rancor's Den[/i], looks to have been damaged by the fighting. Not to the point where it can't be used, but substantial enough to bum me out. "They must have sent the droid in to cut off our means of escape, but they didn't count on Huntress to be there to protect it!"

The Sith Hunter activates it's focused laser and cuts a deep gash into Huntress' shoulder, causing her to howl in pain and shove the droid away. I notice now that it isn't the only wound she carries. In fact, she looks to covered in cuts and bruises, yet she continues to fight on. Even now, bleeding heavily from the arm, she charges forward again, headbutting the droid in the chest to send it staggering.