Darion's single blaster shot strikes the kneeling opponent square in the chest, much as Zarva's had, but the scout's heavy blaster bolt packed more punch than the pilot's hold-out blaster.  The green beam of super heated energy, burned through the layers trititanium reinforced armour of the ganger's ankle length slicker as if it were a hot knife slicing through soft butter.<br/><br/>The smell of burned flesh permeates the room as the ganger staggers back from Darion's shot, however, the stone-cold expression on the ganger's face never alters for a nano-second, as if the normally crippling injury were a mere inconvenience.  As the ganger brings his blaster pistol back on target, the burned, blistered and pulsating chest wound is clear for all to see.<br/><br/>Yet the glowing red eyes never once stray from the comely form of Maria Mercurial.<br/><br/>