I fired. I missed. So I fired again. And I missed . And then I missed again. And then I fired again. Then I missed. Then I fired. Then I fired. And I missed. I missed both times. Then I fired. Then I missed. This went on for several hours. Then I fired. And then I missed. Then I was out of bullets. And then I got sad. I had a popsicle. Then I passed out in the snow. Then I woke up. And I reloaded. And then I fired. Then I missed. Then I missed again. Then I fired. I hit something but I wasn’t what I was going for. So I guess I missed. Then I passed out again. Had another popsicle. I had a dream that I was firing at something. I missed. So I threw up a snowball. I missed. I packed another snowball into my gun- that’s my secret weapon. I missed. Yeah, she’s really something. I threw a snowball at her. I missed. Then I passed out. I woke up with a popsicle stick in my mouth.
❝ Something tells me I’m not who you were expecting. ❞ The statement is delivered in a tone that carries no signs of aggressionquite yet —— the brunette having not sensed any hostility in the woman standing before him… though his guard is raised, fingers twitching momentarily as the blaster in the holster at his thigh suddenly weighs heavier… makes itself known to the wielder. He has no intentions of reaching for it ( or his lightsaber, for that matter, ) unless he needs to… and he’s silently hoping he wouldn’t need to. But when had Kanan Jarrus ever gotten out of having to fight? ❝ You won’t find whatever or whoever it is you’re looking for here. ❞ Taut brows are raised briefly, in a curious yet almost challenging manner.