*The droids played into Snack's game. Still with his oranges sabers fully extended, The droids fired upon him; first the ones from the front, then the ones he was heading towards.

As the laser fire began, the blaster bolts were reflected back in any and all directions. Snack wasn't worried about mowing down the droids, for their fire could be used to against the city. The reflected bolts ricochetted off the builds and droids, blowing stone and metallic chunks on the ground. This, however, did not stop the onslaught of the droids. Their attacks became more fierce. Snack could not dodge and block all of the bolts, as two shot into his legs, one across his back, and one graqzing his left shoulder.

A voice came to Snack's head, Quit playing around, or you'll be dead, as the pain shot through his body. In a split second he dropped to his knees. He could feel the bruning sensation where he was shot: not a good feeling. If you hesitate, you're done for, the voice said. Concentrating on the Force, Snack leaped into the sky, landing on one fo the near by roofs of a building. He now lay on his back, enraged at letting them shoot him. The pain and hatred filled him, allowing Snack to dive deeping into the darkness. He saw red blaster bolts race through the sky as his eyes looked in the four directions. North South East West.*