ooc: Your last post wasn't too short, Psyke. It was good. You don't have to post lots, it's only if someone posts two or three lines that it can be an issue.
Oh, and Slaveless, Krik shot at him with a Snoozer. It's an energy weapon that basically stuns the target.
IC:
Bullets came rattling round Krik and he quickly stumbled behind a pile of unidentified refuse, most likely left over from Abe's escapade in the factory. The gun was fired with more passion than actual aim, and it wasn't designed to be used by a slig anyway, so he got out of the way without getting killed. One of the bullets hit his right foot as he scrambled for cover, not doing serious damage but allowing a steady and somewhat painful flow of blood.
There was no way he would be able to outrun this slig, especially now he was injured, and shooting moving targets was not something he was renowned for. Clutching his bag in two hands and his snoozer in a third, he used his last free hand to pull a scrap of bandage out of a pocket and, wincing, mop at the blood coming from his foot.
Clearly this slig wasn't much of a marksman, but at a close range the slig's superior weapon would probably give him the advantage if it came to blows. He settled for what he was good at and tried talking his way out of this mess. He probably should have run from the start, if nly his pride had let him. "What do you think you're doing? I am Dr Krik, the famous vykker scientist! I've worked for Skillya! If you kill me the whole of the Magog Cartel will be after your blood!"
Fifteen years ago it would have been true, but then all sligs were stupid. What was this one likely to know about famous scientists?
He had another idea though, "And what will my Dionysia think if you kill her guardian? What chance will you have then?"
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