Shadow Lord
Braze was spattered in the ugly spray of hardening metal, the substance clinging like scabs across his clothing and skin. He glanced down at Jacen with a grim frown as he squinted. " . . . " then with a sudden crack the metal splintered, bursting outward in a violent spray of shrapnel. Braze staggered a a few steps back, freeing himself from the crude shell.