[Hux is starting to deeply regret his life choices. One of the primary ones of them being agreeing to go on this caravan trek in the first place. The other was all of these close-combat battles he seems to be forced into. For some of the others, it may have looked "badass," but for Hux it had just ended up in another attempt not to get killed. It resulted in his uniform once again being damaged, a cut on his cheek, and more dirt and scuffs than he'd like. Add to that a body that is still in recovery from the recent kidnappings (though most of the bruises have faded, he's still stiff,) and it was a frustrating, trying fight.
So here he is at the end of it all, two of the bandits fleeing off into the bushes, Hux himself breathing hard and his normally pristine appearance well and truly ruffled. There's a tree to his left with a couple branches that are now frozen solid thanks to the ice magic that he's still having trouble controlling.
At Gaius's question, however, he straightens, clipping his blaster back into the holster at his side before tugging off his gloves, reaching up to touch his stinging cheek to investigate the cause. He makes an annoyed sound as his fingers come away dotted with blood]
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So here he is at the end of it all, two of the bandits fleeing off into the bushes, Hux himself breathing hard and his normally pristine appearance well and truly ruffled. There's a tree to his left with a couple branches that are now frozen solid thanks to the ice magic that he's still having trouble controlling.
At Gaius's question, however, he straightens, clipping his blaster back into the holster at his side before tugging off his gloves, reaching up to touch his stinging cheek to investigate the cause. He makes an annoyed sound as his fingers come away dotted with blood]
Not nearly enough.