Hiro took cover in a corner of the shuttle, hidden from the soldier's view. As the Arcadian soldier approached to investigate why the cloaking tech failed, Hiro pressed his blaster against the back of the man's head, in a low and threatening voice. "I wouldn't take another step if I were you."
The soldier froze in his tracks, the color draining from his face.
"Drop your weapons," Hiro ordered firmly. The Arcadian soldier reluctantly began to lower his weapon to the ground.
But just as the soldier's fingers were mere inches from releasing the rifle, he spun around and used the hilt of his weapon to strike Hiro's leg. Hiro grunted in pain as he stumbled backward. He fired impulsively but his blaster's shot missed its mark.
The Arcadian soldier seized the opportunity and fired a shot of his own, but Hiro's reflexes were lightning-fast. He sprang into the air to avoid the oncoming energy beam, feeling the heat searing past him.
