[ Boba indeed feels it and, as unsettling as it may be, it's as functional a cue as any. He raises his spear-thrower yet again and prepares to take aim—
Though, that's not quite enough to prepare him for the sight of a fish rising slowly out of the water, still thrashing around in an invisible grasp. He exhales, almost a laugh. It's an undeniably incredulous sight, almost comically so. Still, his amusement is short-lived. He takes aim, making minute adjustments to account for the lack of refraction now that he isn't aiming through water. This time, his aim is higher, at where he estimates the creature's spine to be. If it doesn't kill the fish outright, hopefully it will at least paralyze it. Again, he breathes steadily in and out—and again his arm flashes forward, propelling the spear through the air towards his prey.
He's not sure whether hitting the fish will be more like hitting a falling target or a pinned one. Either way, once the spear has pierced solidly into its body, he'll start to reel it back in, quickly so as not to provoke another impromptu feeding frenzy from its brethren below.
Within seconds, it's twitching out its last on the deck of the boat. The creatures are tough, Boba will give them that. A blow like that would've pierced clean through the spine of most fish, but this one is only partially paralyzed, its jaws still snapping feebly at the air. Boba makes a sound of displeasure low in his throat, crouching over it—and then, unceremoniously, summons his armor.
Really, he just needs access to the vibroblade in his gauntlet, but he's already learned that he can't summon his armor piecemeal. It's either the whole set or nothing. It seems to fold out from nowhere, transforming him in a single second into a Mandalorian warrior—
A Mandalorian warrior who is mostly just concerned with efficiently dispatching a fish. The vibroblade in his gauntlet slides out with a shunk and, using one hand to hold the fish down, he uses the blade to feel along the spinal cord for a weak spot. He finds one just behind its eye. He drives the tip of the blade through the point until he feels it hit the deck beneath. Finally, the fish lies still.
Boba stands, wiping the blade clean with the glove of his other hand. ]
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Though, that's not quite enough to prepare him for the sight of a fish rising slowly out of the water, still thrashing around in an invisible grasp. He exhales, almost a laugh. It's an undeniably incredulous sight, almost comically so. Still, his amusement is short-lived. He takes aim, making minute adjustments to account for the lack of refraction now that he isn't aiming through water. This time, his aim is higher, at where he estimates the creature's spine to be. If it doesn't kill the fish outright, hopefully it will at least paralyze it. Again, he breathes steadily in and out—and again his arm flashes forward, propelling the spear through the air towards his prey.
He's not sure whether hitting the fish will be more like hitting a falling target or a pinned one. Either way, once the spear has pierced solidly into its body, he'll start to reel it back in, quickly so as not to provoke another impromptu feeding frenzy from its brethren below.
Within seconds, it's twitching out its last on the deck of the boat. The creatures are tough, Boba will give them that. A blow like that would've pierced clean through the spine of most fish, but this one is only partially paralyzed, its jaws still snapping feebly at the air. Boba makes a sound of displeasure low in his throat, crouching over it—and then, unceremoniously, summons his armor.
Really, he just needs access to the vibroblade in his gauntlet, but he's already learned that he can't summon his armor piecemeal. It's either the whole set or nothing. It seems to fold out from nowhere, transforming him in a single second into a Mandalorian warrior—
A Mandalorian warrior who is mostly just concerned with efficiently dispatching a fish. The vibroblade in his gauntlet slides out with a shunk and, using one hand to hold the fish down, he uses the blade to feel along the spinal cord for a weak spot. He finds one just behind its eye. He drives the tip of the blade through the point until he feels it hit the deck beneath. Finally, the fish lies still.
Boba stands, wiping the blade clean with the glove of his other hand. ]
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