Keeping tabs on Han Solo was something of a game more than a necessity, now. It was a way to pass the time. A way to keep her skills sharp. The pilot was detail oriented, and more clever than most gave him credit for. Getting something past him took a lot of skill.
Really, he made for the best kind of practice.
But he wasn't at the ship, which meant he'd more than likely be looking for work, working, or getting drunk. His list of frequent haunts wasn't terribly long. But when she walked into one of them, she didn't need to speak whatever language the thug was gloating in to know something had happened to Han. Not with the vest they were showing off to some lady.
Well.
She walks up to the thugs, barely coming up to the one's chest and offers a cool smile before taking each of their drinks from their hands and pouring the contents on each of them without batting an eye. It's all the cajoling she needs to get them to swing at her.
The larger of the two humanoids is also slower. She grabs onto its scaly arm and twists around with the swing, using the creature's momentum before dropping to the floor and sliding between the other's legs and twisting, knocking his feet out from under him as she goes. The heap he lands in makes for a wonderful vaulting point really. Natasha sprints over him and launches herself at the reptilian, wrapping her legs around its throat before dropping backwards and throwing him across the floor, hands planted on the floor as though she were doing nothing but a gymnast's routine.
In less than a minute both of them are down. Natasha scoops up the vest and slips it on over her form fitting leather jacket and pockets the wallet. Someone's beer gets picked up as she walks out, sipping from the bottle and swaying her hips with each click of her heels against the floor.
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Date: 2016-09-01 10:06 pm (UTC)Really, he made for the best kind of practice.
But he wasn't at the ship, which meant he'd more than likely be looking for work, working, or getting drunk. His list of frequent haunts wasn't terribly long. But when she walked into one of them, she didn't need to speak whatever language the thug was gloating in to know something had happened to Han. Not with the vest they were showing off to some lady.
Well.
She walks up to the thugs, barely coming up to the one's chest and offers a cool smile before taking each of their drinks from their hands and pouring the contents on each of them without batting an eye. It's all the cajoling she needs to get them to swing at her.
The larger of the two humanoids is also slower. She grabs onto its scaly arm and twists around with the swing, using the creature's momentum before dropping to the floor and sliding between the other's legs and twisting, knocking his feet out from under him as she goes. The heap he lands in makes for a wonderful vaulting point really. Natasha sprints over him and launches herself at the reptilian, wrapping her legs around its throat before dropping backwards and throwing him across the floor, hands planted on the floor as though she were doing nothing but a gymnast's routine.
In less than a minute both of them are down. Natasha scoops up the vest and slips it on over her form fitting leather jacket and pockets the wallet. Someone's beer gets picked up as she walks out, sipping from the bottle and swaying her hips with each click of her heels against the floor.