Last Shot Strength Feat

“No, it’s no—” Han started, but then the Hassks charged, their stun clubs whining and crackling. Han spun out of the way, still in slow motion somehow, and clocked the nearest one across its gnarled face. His hand came back sticky, he didn’t want to imagine from what, but the Hassk stumbled away a few steps, stun club clattering to the ground. Two more came in swinging and then were swept clean out of the way as Chewie roared into the melee.
“Thanks,” Han said. “But bright green is a terrible color for you. Next time you want to dye your fur, let me know and we’ll find a better match.”
Chewie squinted a concerned look down at him.
“Duck!” Sana yelled, and both Han and Chewie crouched low as blasterfire flashed over their heads.

-Last Shot