SirSkully
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Hell, Recently Left out to Defrost
Lupin made quick work of stuffing ammo and any other bits of gear he could get his hands on into the ill-fitting chest rig he'd been assigned some weeks ago, making sure to grip his rifle tight and control his breathing, hopefully mitigating the surprise impact whenever it might come~
And there it was, the jarring impact throwing Lupin forwards into his harness right between breaths when his lungs were full of air, leaving the lad momentarily grunting and wheezing as his shaky hands fought with the metal buckle binding the sniper to his own seat. Half-stumbling to his feet Lupin had enough wits about him to grab an extra gas mask filter and loose smoke grenade left unattended by some other poor soul caught up in this whole mess. The scruffy-haired sniper let loose a raspy little cough as he stumbled out of the drop pod with the other dead men walking, seating a magazine into his rifle and working the bolt as his eyes began adjusting to the outside world.
It was his first time seeing a natural skyline with his newly mutated eyes... and it took a good bit of blinking for them to begin settling down, focusing on the finer details. He could see the sun half hidden behind a distant peak, though despite that his visibility of what should have been a rather shadowy area was as good as it'd be on the sunniest of days, the rocky landscape retaining enough heat to bathe the area with glorious infrared radiation.
Unfortunately, Lupin didn't currently have any time to sit and marvel at the way the world looked through his amber-tinted vision, instead the young bastard prince buckled his helmet on and set his rifle up on a rocky outcrop behind Dyna's position.
"Shit~" was all the young man muttered as he looked across the sea of oncoming cats, so this was it, they really weren't expected to come back from all this - just to make a dent.
If this was to be his last moments then Lupin vowed to make one hell of a fucking dent, or at least chip away for as long as he could hold his rifle. And when that failed, he always had that big knife strapped to his shoulder, like he'd even get the chance to pull that out.
With a quick inhale Lupin raised his rifle and lined one of the rabid cats up with his scope, using the way he saw the occasional tracer round flew from Dyna's Spaid as a good indication for where he should be aiming, though even if he missed one cat the round would probably go through two others. He began picking off targets, working the bolt between shots with both eyes open, one lining up his scope's reticle while the other looked for his next target, trying desperately to spy anything out of the ordinary.
Lupin made quick work of stuffing ammo and any other bits of gear he could get his hands on into the ill-fitting chest rig he'd been assigned some weeks ago, making sure to grip his rifle tight and control his breathing, hopefully mitigating the surprise impact whenever it might come~
And there it was, the jarring impact throwing Lupin forwards into his harness right between breaths when his lungs were full of air, leaving the lad momentarily grunting and wheezing as his shaky hands fought with the metal buckle binding the sniper to his own seat. Half-stumbling to his feet Lupin had enough wits about him to grab an extra gas mask filter and loose smoke grenade left unattended by some other poor soul caught up in this whole mess. The scruffy-haired sniper let loose a raspy little cough as he stumbled out of the drop pod with the other dead men walking, seating a magazine into his rifle and working the bolt as his eyes began adjusting to the outside world.
It was his first time seeing a natural skyline with his newly mutated eyes... and it took a good bit of blinking for them to begin settling down, focusing on the finer details. He could see the sun half hidden behind a distant peak, though despite that his visibility of what should have been a rather shadowy area was as good as it'd be on the sunniest of days, the rocky landscape retaining enough heat to bathe the area with glorious infrared radiation.
Unfortunately, Lupin didn't currently have any time to sit and marvel at the way the world looked through his amber-tinted vision, instead the young bastard prince buckled his helmet on and set his rifle up on a rocky outcrop behind Dyna's position.
"Shit~" was all the young man muttered as he looked across the sea of oncoming cats, so this was it, they really weren't expected to come back from all this - just to make a dent.
If this was to be his last moments then Lupin vowed to make one hell of a fucking dent, or at least chip away for as long as he could hold his rifle. And when that failed, he always had that big knife strapped to his shoulder, like he'd even get the chance to pull that out.
With a quick inhale Lupin raised his rifle and lined one of the rabid cats up with his scope, using the way he saw the occasional tracer round flew from Dyna's Spaid as a good indication for where he should be aiming, though even if he missed one cat the round would probably go through two others. He began picking off targets, working the bolt between shots with both eyes open, one lining up his scope's reticle while the other looked for his next target, trying desperately to spy anything out of the ordinary.
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