The follow through from his swing almost gave him enough of a pivot to avoid the bottle, almost. Instead of his head, it landed awkwardly on his shoulder, the thick glass nearly sending him to his knees as it thumped him with a hollow sound. Bleu hissed and tried to scramble away as she swung again, the bottle catching him across his upper back. This time there was the sound of breakage, and bits of glass spilled off his coat.
"Okay, ow," he grumbled, scuttling under a booth table and tucking in his tail. Kordath recoiled as the jagged end of the bottle stabbed blindly under the tabletop, Ras apparently not wanting to risk lowering her face to his level. "If ye want somethin' from me, lass, tuggin' me tail is nae tha way ta get it!" he shouted.
"Least, uh, not that hard."
The bottle slashing stopped, and for a long moment, Kordath thought he'd gotten through to her. That she was going to be reasonable. Then the table started to shift, though he didn't see her hands grabbing it. He shifted underneath it, getting clear of the feet of the dirty table and waited. While he did, he filled himself with the Force, guiding it down to his hands and holding it in.
Tried ta be civil, I did, tried ta be nice. I can nae go givin' her supplies when a bleedin' war is around tha corner. Sorry, lass.
Finally, the table slid away from the booth, exposing him huddling beneath like a trapped rodent. For half a moment he saw a satisfied smirk on the woman's face as she released her hold and raised the broken bottle once more. Bleu saw her left hand go to her side, unsheathing a hunting knife to add to her threatening demeanor.
"Last chance, Arconan. Give it up, or get ready to bleed."
"Can nae tell ya how many ladies has said that exact same thing ta me, luv."
"You're sick."
He shrugged, "And yer uptight, lass, somethin' I'm sure I could, heh, help ya with if ya gave me half a chance."
The Ryn lifted his tail over his shoulder and wriggled it at her obscenely from his crouching position. She snarled and tensed herself for a charge. Instead, he raised both hands, palms out and smirked. The flash of light sent the entire room into twisted shadows for a moment, searing the Sith's vision and causing many of the gizka to let out shrieks of pain and shock.
Kordath took a deep breath as his assailant reeled back from the blinding Force energy and dashed past her. He felt something tug against his side, a brief but painful sensation as he did so. The Ryn touched where it hurt, and his hand came back with blood. He glanced back, still heading for the door, and saw that Ras had managed to slash him despite her infliction.
"What were tha odds o' that happenin', huh," he mused aloud before turning back to watch where he was going. Not that it helped, his boot landing on a gizka, which squeaked loudly and caused his footing to go out. Kordath went sprawling to the floor in a heap of limbs, surrounded by the tiny beasts. He tried to push up from the sticky, dirty floor, wondering why his side was burning, and why his head felt...odd. Bleu looked over to see a gizka hop towards him, its large eyes seeming to get larger and rounder as it closed in. He blinked, wondering when the little creature's teeth had become long and pointy. A panicked look around the room showed his Skitters dashing out the door, abandoning him to the situation.
Traitor...
"Did you really manage to dose yourself on my blade? Pathetic."
"D..dose? Tha bloody 'ell is goin' on here, woman?"
"Useless. Enjoy the ride, Ryn," sighed Rasilvenaira in disgust, knowing she'd get nothing out of him in this state. Instead, she righted a chair and sat down, crossing one leg over the other and watched as the gizkas's natural curiosity brought them closer to the fallen Ryn. Telltale pupil dilation and a look of confusion told her that the poison from her knife was doing its job.
"RAS!? What tha' hell is goin' on?" he shouted from the floor as the gizkas surrounded him. The drugs pumping through him kept him from understanding that the Sith woman wasn't impressing her will upon the beasts, that this was just their natural curiosity. The innocent looking little creatures were turning into small monsters to the Ryn's doped up mind, with growing fangs and claws.
"Give me what I want, and I'll call them off, Arconan."
Kordath tried to scramble past a few of the gizka, who jumped on his back as he did so. He yelped and rolled on the floor, the ones on his back hopping off and giving him a curious look. To him, it looked like they were gauging the best bits to start chewing on. As he backed himself up, seated against the side of the bar and staring wildly at the encroaching, chirping little beasts, he looked towards Ras. The dark-haired woman had an air of menace about her, with her amused look bordering on threatening.
"Look, luv, I can nae give ya Arconan resources," he managed to spill out. "Me boss lady, she's a helluva lot scarier than ya, even with yer beasties."
"Well, guess you're ready for the slaughter, then."
"I'm nae done!" he cried, tucking his knees in to hug them to his chest, his tail lashing to get away from an inquisitive gizka. "Resistance stocks, now that I'll give ya! Never really bought inta tha whole 'Lotus' poodoo anyway, eh? Few safe houses, should have supplies, yeah? YEAH!?"
She sat in silence for a few long moments, the sense of fear from the Ryn growing, before smiling tightly. "It will have to do. Of course, if I find nothing..."
Rasilvenaira flicked her hand towards the Ryn, and he felt an invisible hand pin him to the side of the bar by the throat. "I'll find you, and so will my pets."
"Fair enough," he squeaked out.
Positive Takeaways
You do a great job writing characters, and it is clearly demonstrated in this first post. Minor details like the ones listed above really make the scene come alive.
Can Be Improved.
While the post was mostly solid, I noted a few awkwardly worded sentences.