Levi turned his head, glaring at Seth as the slug hurtled towards him. With a quick relaxing of his knees, the Kiffar dropped as the projectile went zipping past. It hit the wall, ricocheting into the fallen Weequay guard with a soft splat.
“You're quite the persistent one.” stated Levi as he turned to face the Mercenary. Seth rotated his arms, placing his left Reynolds in the Kiffar’s direction and firing. The large crack of the weapon firing set off alarms in Levi’s mind. As if out of pure instinct, the Jedi quickly raised his lightsaber. The slug hit the yellow blade, and immediately disintegrated from the heat.
“Of course I am.” replied Seth as he lined up another shot. “I want my money back.”
“Why? So you can pay for the funerals of the guards?” laughed Levi, gesturing to the corpses that surrounded them with an open palm.
“Nah mate, but I'll pay for yours.” grinned the Odanite. Levi smiled, allowing his opponent the luxury of reloading his final two magazines of ammunition.
“One last game. All or nothing.” said the Jedi, gripping his lightsaber in both hands. Seth tipped his hat with the barrel of his left handgun, pointing the right one at Levi.
“Let's dance blindfella.” said the Raider. He squeezed the trigger, letting his firearm roar with each shot. Levi glanced up, quickly dashing to the right. Bullets zipped past his head, each only missing by the smallest amount. The Palatinaene mantled over several abandoned chairs and tables, taking cover behind a pillar. Dannar holstered his right handgun, taking careful aim with his left. Another shot fired, taking out a large chunk of the pillar Levi was hiding behind.
Time to move.
The Grey Jedi launched himself from behind the pillar, deactivating his lightsaber as he went in for a roll. Hitting the club floor, the Kiffar rolled on his back, kicking off to boost his momentum. He hid behind another large pillar, this time however, not planning to move. Seth stopped firing, knowing he was close to empty, he couldn't afford potshots.
“Now listen here Jedi, you come out peacefully and give me my money, or I'm going ta paint the wall with your brains.”
Levi sighed heavily, hooking his lightsaber on his belt, and stepped out, hands raised. The Odanite gestured him to advance with a wave of his gun. Slowly, Levi made his way to the bar, resting his hands gingerly on the polished wood surface.
“Money. Now.” muttered Seth through gritted teeth, pressing the barrel of the Reynolds against Levi’s head. Nodding in agreement, Zetta slowly reached down for the sack of credits that had been bouncing around in his pocket. Pulling it out, the Jedi dropped the stash on the counter, with a metallic clunk as it landed. Seth smiled, leaning in close to Levi.
“Sorry mate, just business.” he said grimly, squeezing the trigger of the weapon. However, instead of the signature crack of the deadly firearm, all that could be heard was the click of an empty gun. Levi grinned.
“Someone isn't counting.” said the Jedi coyly. As soon as the words left his lips, the Kiffar swiped the firearm away from Seth with his left hand, while grabbing his lightsaber with his right. The bright yellow blade sprung to life with a snap-hiss, and was raised to the Odanite’s throat.
“Next time a Jedi surrenders to you, don't betray his trust.” said Levi firmly, shoving the blade in Seth’s face even more. The human nodded quickly, still eyeing the bag of credits. The Jedi sighed, and switched off the blade.
“Even in the face of death, you still think of money. Pathetic.” muttered Levi as he turned to leave the club. “Arrivederci.”
Your tense is off here in both cases. ACC is written in third person past tense.
comma needed instead of a period.
singled*, dear