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freelancerchick.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomtownies2006-06-06 11:25 pm
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Blood Gulch Arms - Tuesday
Sometimes tex remembered that beside freelancing and being sheriff, she had another job. One that involved selling weapons. Personally, she prefered to just use them, but she wasn't going to turn down good money. Even if she very much just wanted to toss a grenade out of the window to blow up The Grunt who seemed to be on a caffeine high and was doing a duck-with-teeth warrior dance on the street.
((Shop lay out and supplies can be found here.))
((Shop lay out and supplies can be found here.))

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He walked into the supply room and dropped his robe into a messy pile on the floor, then glanced around for the remotes.
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"The other remotes, too, please," he requested.
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They shot, he deflected.
They got faster, he got faster.
He whirled and spun, two blades moving effortlessly as he traveling back and forth down the length of the room.
Not one laser blast made it past the swirling motion of the lightsabers.
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He was moving without thought, deflecting the remotes' blasts almost before they had been fired.
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Quickly she drew a knife and threw it at his leg. It wouldn't be too bad if she hit him there and her theory was wrong. Well, if she didn't hit an artery or something.
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Then he flipped the remotes off with a thought and turned to face Tex. "The hell?"
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Another forty solid minutes of lightsaber work went by before Anakin shut down his left handed lightsaber and began working on single lightsaber forms.
None of the remotes' blasts had hit him. Obi-Wan would've been pleased.
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"Thanks," he said shortly, heading out the door.
Where he got hit in the head with pudding.
"What. the. hell?" he asked, looking up.
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"Stupid ducks," she muttered as The Grunt seemed to be enjoying his pudding bath.
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Most of the pudding ricocheted away from him as he concentrated, but occasional pistachios made their way through, beaning him on the head and shoulders.
This did not improve his mood.