As the man swung again Jacen rolled back towards the door. Several thoughts rushed through his mind. First off, his bullets seemed to be ineffective. Then there was the issue of that fricken sword. Jacen was sure of his hand to hand skills, a requirement of the Corps and something he had excelled in both there and prior in a dojo, but then just how strong was this guy? He could get in close, try something, but to lift that thing required great strength it would seem. Getting in close would probably be suicide.<br/><br/>Course, there was no shame in running either. And so, as the creature hefted the sword again, Jacen backpedaled quickly out the door. He hurried back the way he came as best he could without falling while watching both his front and his rear.