((Awww....I missed all the fun. I never get to use my swords.
))
*Ossanlin looks around and watches as Temrash enters the bar followed by the bounty hunter. He crosses his arms over his middle and lays his hands lightly on the hilts of his twin katana belted at his upper-torso's waist. He flexes his tail a bit before starting it to swaying back and forth again, his ready stance, his tail tracing sinuously back and forth over his lower torso.* <Care must be taken in this situation....> *Ossanlin thinks the thought and never really meant to broadcast it, but he still wasn't 100%. Far from it.*
*After little more dialogue, the hunter charges. Ossanlin draws both of his katana in one fluid motion, crossing them in front of his chest, his tail arching high as he moves closer to Myitt. He readies himself for the impact of the large sword, not fearing that his own katana would break, they were as hard as anything the hunter could get his hands on he thought, but fearing the weight of the impact on his body. He sways a bit unsteadily as nausea and light-headedness take him. His strength was truly not up to par at the moment, he was still weak. But before the hunter reached him Alic jumped into the fray, blocking and deflecting the sword. Ossanlin shakes his head trying to clear out the dizzyness and then white-knuckles his katana as he sees the sword draw deep into Alic's upper-torso.* <Aliciania!> *Ossanlin lurches forward but stumbles, another bout of weakness taking him. He takes to a front knee, digging his right-hand katana into the bar floor to steady him. The katana sinks deep but supports his weight. As he struggles back to his feet, the dizzyness clearing again, he readies himself to engage the hunter, and is astonished as the Nisraeln runs from the bar. After squinting for a moment to make sure he saw correctly, Ossanlin lowers his katana and looks again at Alic. The wound looks deeper than the skin, but she was still breathing. He quickly sheathes his katana as fluidly as he drew them and walks over to her, placing a hand gently next to the wound.* <A warrior's wound no doubt.> *Ossanlin smiles with his eyes.* <You can morph and heal it, yes?> *Ossanlin removes his hand and looks around the bar, amazed by everyone standing up to protect the newcomer.* <Well Temrash, if you didn't feel welcome before...you should now.>
*Ossanlin looks at the two newer newcomers, noticing them truly for the first time. The one was a human, most-likely a controller though that was far from guaranteed. the other species he had little knowledge about. There were many species in the galaxy that he had never encountered or even learned about, many as yet undiscovered. Especially those that might not venture often from their homes. He glanced warily over the cat-like creature...some of his silver-blade senses had returned to him, though they were incredibly mute at the moment and would probably not fully recover for days or even weeks. He sensed an energetic aura around this creature...a field that was familiar to him. That same field orbited Ossanlin whilst he was in his full silver-blade form, it was the field of energy that allowed him to move objects from a distance, it accompanied the abilities of telekinesis. This alien was quite strange and could be dangerous, best to find out what he could at a distance. Further thoughts vacated his mind though when he remembered whom Temrash had been with just a few minutes before.*
<Temrash, the controller you were with...where is he?!> *His main eyes regard Temrash with intensity.*
