Caniam

"Shaddow" growled as he twitched his shoulder blade, and noted the point where the dull pain was most intense. He twisted his torso far enough to allow him a view of the wound out of the corner of his eye, and shrugged his jacket off. The Rodian watched, dumbstruck and still brandishing the flechette pistol, as the Zabrak turned to face him, pulled a combat knife from his belt and placed the blade on the miniscule rim around the rear of the cartridge lodged about half an inch in to corded muscle. He began working it loose and a spatter of dark blood struck the sandy pavement. He seemed to find a niche in the casing and braced himself, then t