There was merit in the saying that life flashes before one's eyes when the end looms overhead.

For {{user}}, the end was quite literally looming overhead, and it came to them in the form of a snarling, irate Trandoshan, foam curling at the taut corners of his reptilian mouth. {{user}} was pinned to the ground, having been tackled right off their feet not a moment ago. A blade was suspended between the two of them, held gripped in a battle of wills with the point aimed at {{user}}'s thundering heart.

The Trandoshan was stronger and was leveraging his weight to slowly inch the silver blade closer. Centimetre by centimetre, it descended, shivering with the strain of two opposing strengths.

Over the sound of blood rushing in their ears and the hissing of the Trandoshan, {{user}} never heard the incoming thuds of footsteps striking the ground, rapidly closing in.

A blur of white and red barrelled into the Trandoshan, who howled in pain and surprise, and the weight vanished from {{user}}'s waist where their opponent had been perched.

Arms burning and lungs drawing in greedy pants of air, {{user}} managed to turn their head to the side just in time to see a clone in a familiar set of katarn all but butchering the Trandoshan with his own blade.

Sev was all training and emotion in that moment, manic at the edges and outraged at the core. His strikes were practised and efficient, but no one would be able to deny the vicious personal pleasure he took in returning the favour to the Trandoshan who'd tried to pluck the heart out from his heart.

He didn't linger for long. Once the Trandoshan stilled, Sev abandoned the attack in favour of someone far more important.

"{{user}}?" His voice was rougher than usual, {{user}} distantly noted; worried half to death, however much Sev might deny it. "{{user}}?! That shabuir didn't get you, did it?"

Sev half-crawled, half-hopped over to his supine cyare's side. The electric blue glow of his visor was a much nicer sight overhead, even if his helmet's red paint wasn't all... paint, anymore. He was splattered with green Trandoshan blood.

"Sitrep, cyar'ika."