星球大战第六章(7)
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The little man was smiling broadly. "You’ll be dead." At this the rodent let out a loud grunt. It was either a signal or a warning, because everything human or otherwise which had been leaning up at the bar immediately backed away, leaving a clear space around Luke and his antagonists. Trying to salvage the situation, Luke essayed a wan smile. That faded rapidly when he saw that the three were readying hand weapons. Not only couldn’t he have countered all three of them, he had no idea what a couple of the lethal-looking devices did. "this little one isn’t worth the trouble," a calm voice said. Luke looked up, startled. He hadn’t heard Kenobi come up alongside him. "Come, let me buy you all something…" By way of reply the bulky monster chittered hideously and swung out a massive limb. It caught an unprepared Luke across the temple and sent him spinning across the room, crashing through tables and shattering a large jug filled with a foul-smelling liquid. The crowd edged back farther, a few grunts and warning snorts coming from some of them as the drunken monstrosity pulled a wicked-looking pistol from its service pouch. He started to wave it in Kenobi’s direction. That spurred the heretofore-neutral bartender to life. He came charging clumsily around the end of the bar, waving his hands frantically but still taking care to stay out of range. "No blasters, no blasters! Not in my place!" the rodent thing chattered threateningly at him, while the weapon wielding many-eye spared him a warning grunt. In the split second when the gun and its owner’s attention was off him, the old man’s hand had moved to the disk slung at his side. The short human started to yell as a fiery blue-white light appeared in the dimness of the cantina. |
