Revenge and Passion
The woman in the Mandalorian armor slid past the people in the noisy cantina and slipped out the door. The woman was devastated. Betrayed. Humiliated. For the woman had discovered that she had a price on her head, and who had put her head on the line but the man she had once trusted, a man whose name was not known. Now she started to run, not knowing where to go, but not wanting to go back. And as she ran, she could hardly see or hear anything, only the sound of her feet treading the ground, only the blur of objects passing by. But she couldn't see the figure in the shadows.
Boba Fett silently waited for the woman to get closer. She was recklessly running, nearly a blur in the evening haze. Suddenly, he stepped out in front of her and took out his rifle. She quickly but clumsily skidded to a halt, nearly tripping herself. She stayed still for a brief moment, long enough for Boba to growl, "Don't........ move......" She was clenching her fists.......... unsheathing......... talons. "Wrong move, Fett." she hissed.
The woman gave no hesitation in launching herself at a surprised Fett, ripping at flesh and cloth and metal. She saw the scarlet trickle to the ground in a thin trail, and she smiled and continued. She was satisfied. Blood shed. She had no mercy left in her, and simply savored the feel of her claws digging into skin. Suddenly, she was sent sprawling back, sent flying by something. Her shoulder was nicked, her own blood oozing onto her orange armor. And yet she didn't feel anything, as she smoothly stood back up quickly. She swiftly took out her blaster, firing a few shots at the figure. He deftly dodged most, but one of the many shots struck him in the thigh. That gave the woman enough time to scamper back into the darkness.
'Damn.......' Boba thought as he saw her drift away into the dark. He started to follow her, only to come across a blood-covered creature. He hadn't been the only one behind this cantina. 'Bossk...? ' he thought as he looked at the corpse for a moment. The Trashodan lay motionless on the ground, blood slowly trickling out of his chest. Long claw mark had been slashed relentlessly all over the body, shreds of cloth lying on the ground in strips to prove it. A thin trail of blood marked Boba's path: it had either been hers or Bossk's. He followed it, hoping to find this Mandalorian. When he looked up, though, he saw her standing right there before him. "you don't seem to learn your lessons well, bounty hunter. " she whispered menacingly.
The woman slashed the claws again, but this time Boba was ready. He ducked and shoved his elbow hard into her, knocking her over. Seeing that she was cornered, she tried to reason with him."Wait..... I haven't commited any crimes. Please don't kill me. Please." He looked at her coldly, before hissing, "I don't really care. I get paid." Before she could do anything, she felt a sharp pain in her forearm. Everything surrounding her went blurry. Her mind clouded suddenly, and everything went dark.