The Corellian is only vaguely aware that displays of super-strength are happening around him. Mainly because he's got his eyes on the three more human resembling threats right now.
The two that Han doesn't particularly recognize - hired goons or some lower status members of Garem's crew - decide they've gotten more than they bargained for in this alleyway confrontation. They pick each other up off the ground, boots kicking up some of the grit off the pavement while they shamble away.
The leader, though, is not going to get let off so easily. His DL-44 still tracking on Garem, Han delivers a boot to his gut and the man loses a few shades of color from his face. He spends a moment sputtering and gasping for breath.
"Garem, old friend, I feel like I'd be doing myself a favor if I finished you right now." Han says as he struggles to think of any good reason not to shoot a man that wants to kill him that badly. "So here's how it's going to go. I'll let you leave and you'll retire."
"And do what? Commercial fish on some ocean world? Herd nerfs on some desert?" The bitterness in his voice suggests that he'd almost prefer Han pull the trigger.
"Not my problem. I ain't going to be so friendly if I see you again."
"One of these days your luck is going to run out, Han Solo." He says with more resignation in his voice than menace. "I just hope someone gets it on holo when you do."
With that, Garem begins the painful task of standing up again on a badly injured knee. He makes it as quick as he's able and braces himself along the alley wall to limp away.
All indications are that the two Captains are safe now.
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The two that Han doesn't particularly recognize - hired goons or some lower status members of Garem's crew - decide they've gotten more than they bargained for in this alleyway confrontation. They pick each other up off the ground, boots kicking up some of the grit off the pavement while they shamble away.
The leader, though, is not going to get let off so easily. His DL-44 still tracking on Garem, Han delivers a boot to his gut and the man loses a few shades of color from his face. He spends a moment sputtering and gasping for breath.
"Garem, old friend, I feel like I'd be doing myself a favor if I finished you right now." Han says as he struggles to think of any good reason not to shoot a man that wants to kill him that badly. "So here's how it's going to go. I'll let you leave and you'll retire."
"And do what? Commercial fish on some ocean world? Herd nerfs on some desert?" The bitterness in his voice suggests that he'd almost prefer Han pull the trigger.
"Not my problem. I ain't going to be so friendly if I see you again."
"One of these days your luck is going to run out, Han Solo." He says with more resignation in his voice than menace. "I just hope someone gets it on holo when you do."
With that, Garem begins the painful task of standing up again on a badly injured knee. He makes it as quick as he's able and braces himself along the alley wall to limp away.
All indications are that the two Captains are safe now.