This was definitely on his top ten list, after three minutes, the floor around him was littered with corpses, and he was cut, bruised, and splattered with blood. His shirt was torn, practically nothing but a strip of cloth covering his abs. He wasn't one for and endless blood bath, but he was in a rage fuelled frenzy, hacking and slashing with his sword and lightsaber, kicking guards That got too close, headbutting others. After getting stabbed in the thigh, he snapped a guards neck with his bare hands, then spearing another with his saber staff. The more he dispatched, the more came to face him, and soon he was overwhelmed, a larger guard had a Rocket lsuncher, and Another had a flamethrower, he was screwed, so he did what he hated most, he ran like a bat out of hell.
He saw [member="Kimiko"] glance in his direction, fear in her eyes as she realized what was following him. "BRYCE!!!" Jumped and slashed at a Rocket that was flying at the Starr, it's explosion making his ears ring. A few of the guards with flamethrowers send arcs of white-hot fire at him, and the sand around him started to solidify into glass from the heat. Then he saw more coming out of a passageway closer to the ship, and the young woman was right in their line of fire. "Ah,kark!!" With about ten long, fast strides, he was up in the newly freed young girl, and he grabbed her, wrapping her in his arms as the guards torched them. Making sure that she would live; he turned his back toward the flames, gritting his teeth as he started to lose strength in his control over fire, and he knew he had only.one chance at this. He thrust out his hand, focussing on the guards fuel pack, imagining the highly flammable helium (with oxygen,) in it combusting, and combust it did.
With a defining BOOM! The guards were incinerated, and he picked up the young woman, running onto the Starr. "BRYCE!!!! Get us the hell out of here!" He looked down at the young beauty before him. "Are you hurt? Any burns or cuts?"
[member="Bryce Bantam"]