Stracker's Demise

[Chronicron]

Stracker noticed a gathering in front of his holding cell. He listened closely.

"Huxter".

For a man who heard of many places across Sirius and Gallia, it was a surprise. He never heard of that name.

The floor was slippery enough for him to allow a slide. Push his hands against the wall, launching himself towards the guard on his right. Sidestep behind his back, snap his neck, use his body as a shield and neutralize a second guard. The plan was clear in his mind, but his body was far away from allowing him to perform any other move than breathing. Almost like his entire being was being suppressed.

He straightened himself. His eyes, giving away his overall exhausted state, had a note of disdain in them. Either towards himself or the ones who had the tenacity to ambush his ship. Yet he pushed himself to keep his body firm, to keep his breath steady and his words clear. "Will you give me the honor of knowing who has beaten me?" He asked.

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