Just as he turned to run, a woman with short black hair suddenly grabbed his wrist. He was about to twist his arm to get out of the grip, but she screamed "This way!" Without thinking about it he did as she said, and followed her into a side street. The man screamed behind, and the crowd started to get rowdy.  She told him to keep running and he followed her.<br/><br/>Finally, able to assess the situation, he started to get suspicious about this woman he was following. Since he'd been here, no one dared to try and help him out. Either she was there to really help him, or this was a trick. Maybe she wanted the money, or she could be leading him straight to Vince's men- or even Meena. He looked behind him as the dice man followed him, screaming for his money back. A few others, maybe some of his friends, followed with blasters in hand. He realized, at the moment, this woman was the lesser of two evils, so he kept following.<br/><br/>Finally they came to a stop, it seemed as if they were safe. She spoke to him, but he was already trying to figure out his next move. He wouldn't let her get the upper hand. Like everyone here, she had a blaster on her waist, and he had nothing. He didn't take a moment to think about it this time, and he reached for her pistol, pulling it out of her holster. He pushed her away, shot at the ground in front of her, and ran in the opposite direction.<span style="font-style: italic">I'm not going to let this moon get to me!</span>he told himself. He ran down a small alleyway, and came face to face with a large wall. He had a blaster, that's what was important, so he dropped the tin can and he jumped. The credits spilled all over the ground. He grabbed the top ledge and pulled himself up- but he felt his stitches pull apart. Pain shot though his torso and he fell onto the top ledge of the wall. He rolled onto his back and fell over the other side, hitting the ground on his left arm.<br/><br/>"Sithspawn!" he screamed out. A hole in his leg, his torso wound now open and bleeding all over, and now he may have broken, or at least dislocated his shoulder. Still, he was a survivor. He forced himself up through all the pain and took a step, but he fell over himself face first into a puddle of mud. He couldn't move he was in so much pain, and so he turned over and pointed the blaster to the wall, waiting for the woman to scale it.