No AudioA sudden blaster shot rang out, sharp and urgent. Spinning around, the sight was almost unbelievable—Grogu stood there, tiny fingers gripping a heavy pistol, his wide eyes filled with desperation. Smoke curled from the barrel, but his focus wasn’t on the weapon. Just beyond him, the Mandalorian lay slumped against a rock, his armor scorched and battered. Grogu let out a worried coo, his ears drooping as if pleading for help. This wasn’t just a random shot—he had fired to get attention.
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