[Thankfully for his sensibilities, Luke’s weapon is relatively quick at dispatching things. When Eleanor is sent flying, he turns his attention from the smaller splicers to the brute. It bellows at him too, reaching out with a meaty fist…only to lose it completely, along with the vast majority of his arm. Surprised, it roars and swings it’s other arm, and…loses that too. Fighting normal organics who didn’t know what a lightsaber was? This is somewhat refreshing.]
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You okay?