<strong>Evy'la</strong><br/><br/>Evy'la was in his element. Charging towards the first knot of apparently organised Imperials he let out a roar of laughter that shook the air around him, the flames that engulfed his head having now spread over his entire body. His hands rose, batting away the blaster fire that came towards him, and he collided with the Imperials like an avalanche, or a similar natural disaster of unstopable force. Most of those at least had the decency not to laugh at you as you were crushed.<br/><br/>Bodies flew into the air like bowling pins, scattering the squad from their defensive position. One had the misfortune to come back down within arms reach of Evy'la, and was promptly snatched out of the air, spun in place, and launched like a rather unhappy surface to air missile at another descending trooper.<br/><br/>Three more swings, and one kick that would be ruled a foul in any civilised competition saw Evy'la standing alone amidst a handfull of Imperials who were attempting to groan quietly enough that his attention wouldn't be attracted again. He turned and saw which way the Captain was heading (or trying to, given the thickening crowd).<br/><br/>With another<strong>"MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"</strong>of laughter he surged forwards, arms windmilling and bodies flying into the air as he opened a path for his new crewmates.