[i]dojoville[/i] The two knights strolled towards the man, hands on the hilts of their swords. "Hey, stop." The man obediently paused. "Yes?" "Can we take a fingerprint, it's just some stuff in the spaceport got tampered with, and, y'know, scene of crime and stuff." "Yes, one second." He put the device he was holding on his belt, only to take a small gun, firing two silenced electrified pellets and each knight. They pinged off the armour, the electricity conducting through it into the ground. The Knights drew their swords. "Well, looks like we've found ourselves a culprit." "shit." The man stood perfectly still. The knights stopped for a second, then noticing over the shoulder of the man.. The same man, running like hell. The knights took off running through the hologram and after the man, who took a cylinder from his belt and fired it behind him, from it coming an electrified net, which the Knights waved aside with their armoured arms, just as the man turned a sharp corner. The Knights followed him through a 'wall', only to be greeted by the man, holding another cylinder, at a dead end. before they had time to question the authenticity of the dead end, a small missile flew out of it dodged by one, though it detonated just in front of the second, sending him flying, and the first knocked to the floor as the man ran over one, only to almost be decapitated by the second, now on his feet. The man ducked and yet another cylinder on his belt expanded into a metal staff, the joke somewhat getting old at this point, when the Knights realised most of his waist was covered in identical cylinders, save for exactly two things, one of which was just a slightly thinner cylinder. Besides, they seemed to do their jobs as the man blocked a frankly malicious sweep from the knight, and started to backpedal, clearly outmatched yet holding his own through wide, encompassing strokes that blocked every blow he [i]could[/i] have made. After a brief battle, the knight managed to disarm the man, the other knight now in his feet and behind him. The man, however had one more trick up his sleeve, rather, his belt, as he gapped the smaller cylinder, which sprung into the size of an umbrella, and seven small, charged prongs extended from the circumference of the top, charge jumping between them, as the man made a quick pirouetting motion, hitting both the knights' swords, the charge travelling through the blades, past the hilts and to the bottom, where it touched the hand of the Knights, to jerking their hands upwards as the man finished his pirrouette, pointing the rod to the sky. The Knights grabbed their swords with both hands and swung downwards, as a thin purple film of plasma decended from the top of the rod and around the man, the blades instantly vaporising and joining the film, as the heat conducted through the hilt and into their hands, now feeling like they were being cooked inside the armour. The knights fell back, hands blackened, unable to call for help due to their blistering hands. The man didn't really pity them, a visit to the limb clinic and they'd be fine, so he strolled on, as if nothing happened. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]