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[Poe, partway up a tree--he knows how to get away from predators, it's called running the hell away--pauses and eyes Hux without any kind of favor. Great. He's got his own sidearm (thanks, Finn) but had considered that a last option that he was probably going to have to go for soon. So that means Hux has his weapon out and Poe doesn't, which is... great, thanks.]

On the first try, even. I'm impressed.

[And Hux is eyeing Poe's current position, considering how easy it would be to simply pick him off.

It was almost too easy.]

You seem to be alone out here.

[He observed as he took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Poe's.]

[Yeah, he had a feeling that it was going to go this direction. Well, he's never had that much of a self-preservative instinct. Comes with the whole ace pilot thing.]

Sure does seem to be the case.

[He drops fully down to the tree branch he'd been climb up from. And he keeps looking at Hux levelly. Make his day, pretty boy.]

You okay out here by yourself? You know, without a couple battalions of brainwashed stormtroopers to back you up?

Edited 2016-06-25 20:22 (UTC)

[Hux raised the blaster then, his lips twitching with amusement. He was certain they wouldn't be disturbed out here.

He hadn't done his own dirty work in awhile but it seemed the thrill hadn't faded.

The last thing he wanted to do was go give Poe a chance to draw a weapon if he had one and so he fired two shots up in quick succession, though the angle was awkward at best and his aim wasn't as precise.]

I appreciate the concern but I believe I'm capable of being out here on my own.

[He knows Hux is going to shoot, he knows it. And he starts to go for his own sidearm, but he's just too damn slow. Can't outrace a blaster burst.

He takes one of the bolts to his left shoulder; it knocks him off the branch, which helps the second one miss, so that's kind of good. Poe yells as he bounces off a second branch on the way down, and crap--

--there goes his blaster, spinning off into the underbrush.

He hits the ground hard, but there's no time for laying there and trying to remember how to breathe. He rolls and scrambles around the tree for cover.]

[He got in at least one hit though with Poe tumbling to the ground it was difficult to tell how bad the damage was.

Really, he wished Kylo Ren had just managed to take care of Poe the first time and he wouldn't have to be doing this himself. Here he was though and he stepped closer as he saw Poe scramble behind the tree.

The blaster was raised once more as he carefully moved, attempting to get a clear shot so he could finish the job.]

[As he tries to regain his breath, Poe fumbles his communicator on and shoves it half into his pocket. Okay. At least this way if Hux shoots straight, someone will know what happened and nail him for it.

Next order of business: get the sidearm away from Hux. Because he's not really looking to get shot again, and he'll bet he can beat Hux in a fist fight.

He hopes.

Poe scoops up a branch and flings it out from behind the tree, just to get Hux temporarily looking in that direction. (Hopefully.) Then he charges around the other side of the trunk and dives in to try to tackle him.]

[Hux wasn't expecting the tree branch and his attention was diverted as he wasn't sure what Poe was planning.

Therefore he wasn't expecting Poe to come charging around the other side of the tree and didn't have time to react to get out of the way. He went down hard as the air rushed from his lungs for a moment, blaster going flying in the same general direction that Poe's did earlier.]

[Score one for the Dameron charge. Dad would be proud.

He scrambles to try to get on top of Hux, right hand whipping down for a punch.]

[And Hux has no doubt his own father would be disappointed at his moment of weakness.

He's not going to make it easier though as he grabbed onto Poe's shirt, attempting to get some kind of advantage. He really had been neglecting keeping up on some of his training, something he regretted now.

There was no time to really dodge Poe's fist coming down and the blow landed just above his left eye and he was stunned for a moment. He forced himself to try to ignore the pain as he attempted to shove Poe off of him with every bit of his strength.]

[Aw hell no. It hurts, he's painting and snarling with the pain, but Poe still manages to grab a handful of Hux's shirt with his left hand. If he gets shoved, you're coming with him, Hux. He's not letting you get away to grab that sidearm again.]

You missed! You don't get another shot!

[He tries for another punch, but getting shoved like that makes him miss entirely]

[So much for that plan.

He snarled, thinking of the only thing that he could have in the moment which was reaching to try to grab at Poe's throat when his next swing missed.]

I don't need a blaster to deal with you-

[This is getting dirtier than he had been expecting. Or preferred. He wouldn't let Poe defeat him though.]

[Yep, that sure is Hux trying to strangle him. Well fine, if Hux's hands are occupied, he'll take the opportunity for another punch. Maybe that'll make Hux let go.

But there's more to it, of course there is. It doesn't get much closer contact than someone trying to choke you with their bare hands. Poe's angry, and no small amount of scared because shit, Finn's gonna be upset and the sensation of being unable to breathe is--

Too like the start of getting his brain turned inside-out again by Kylo Ren, invisible fingers choking him, curling into his memories, and ripping.]

[Hux's eyes went wide as suddenly he felt a jolt of something. This felt as if someone was prying his memories and emotions wide open-

The sound of rain coming down hard outside, a four year old in a cadet uniform leaning against the window watching the storm outside with an expression of grim determination. He'll be stronger than this- he'll be worthy to serve the Empire- his father will be proud.

Then happiness- a few stray strands of orange hair and a jingle of a bell. A name- Millicent. It feels warm almost- content. A few bright flashes of color out of place in the gray and black backdrop of the First Order before they are gone once more, as if it had scurried away, fleeting.

He couldn't stop it as hard as he tried to control his mind. Whatever Poe was doing, it felt as if the memories were just flowing out of him. He let go of the pilot's throat to shove him off once more.
]

[He didn't want to know that. He really didn't want to know that. That's not going to stop him from dragging on Hux's shirt and punching again.]

Stay out of my head!

[One First Order bastard in there was bad enough, and it hits him with a fresh jolt of adrenalin. Not again, not again, NOT AGAIN.]

[Hux narrowed his eyes as he reached up to try to grab Poe's fist with a look of rage. He tried to keep composed but when someone went into his head like that, that was enough.]

I could say the same to you, pilot!

[Where the hell did that come from? If the Resistance had some way of doing such things-

He didn't let his thoughts dwell on that as he used his other hand to grab onto Poe's wounded shoulder, squeezing the wound where he suspected it would really hurt.]

[Well, that's enough to make Poe let go, though there might be some shirt ripping that happens when he does. And he screams, because that really hurts.]

[Hux took that opportunity to attempt to shove Poe away once more, the more distance between them the better.

He knew the general direction of where his blaster went though he's not sure if he's going to have the opportunity to go for it just yet, glancing to the side for a moment.

His first priority was getting Poe away from him and figure out where to go from there.]

[Poe drags himself up to his feet, glances at Hux, and goes for where he's pretty sure the man's blaster went. Because hell no. Just. Hell. No.]

[He couldn't let Poe reach one of the blasters first. Hux got to his feet as quickly as possible as well. It was time to finish this.

There was no sign of the blasters at first glance and he wondered if he had misjudged where they had fallen. No- they had to be nearby and he didn't have time because Poe would get one first.

Unless he slowed Poe down first. He glanced over at the other man before suddenly lashing out towards his injured shoulder. He would exploit any weakness he could.]

[The pain of that hit sends him crashing to the ground with a strangled cry. But no. Damerons don't give up. His right hand finds a rock on the forest floor and he wings it at Hux.

A black shape catches his eye in the undergrowth--might be the blaster. He dives for it.]

[Really, Poe, rocks?

It took Hux by surprise and the rock just chipped the side of his head, leaving a cut. He could feel the blood welling up, he reached up to touch the side of his head before quickly coming to his senses. By that time he noticed Poe trying to reach for something, he wasn't sure what it was but he didn't think he should allow that.

He lunged forward, trying to stop on Poe's arm but he suspected he would be too late.]

[Is it the blaster? IT'S THE BLASTER! Poe snatches it up right-handed, rolls, and comes up on his back, blaster aimed level at Hux's face. He can't support his grip with his left hand, but he can hold it steady as long as it takes right now.]

Back off. I'm a better shot than you.

Edited 2016-06-26 01:15 (UTC)

I hope so for your sake. If you fire you will only get one chance.

[Hux straightened, coming to a standstill. Blood trickled down from the cut and he was sure he looked like a mess. Something he had always avoided but there seemed nothing he could do about it now.

He didn't back away though, didn't flinch.]

[He levers himself slowly to his feet, which is a trick, since he keeps the blaster aimed dead on at Hux and can't really use his left arm.]

It's your luck, I ain't like you. I don't shoot unarmed people.

[He jerks his chin back the way Hux came.] Get out of here.

[He's going to make Hux's life hell... later. And nonviolently. General Kenobi better appreciate this.]

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