AntediluvianIntransigence
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"You owe me a new machine gun; stay alive." Maleirzwan grumbled as he stuffed away his medical equipment and unslung his ignivomon. The foreign weapon's barrel extended outwards like some creature sliding out of its exoskeleton, its barrel condensing as if forming a splintered bullet and the sound of liquid sloshing and boiling within.
"Roy - let us draw them away from the main group. They know one of our own is wounded and we shall be slowed." He motioned across the streets and the mess of abandoned vehicles that lay before them and then to his rifle, in particular it its cope, then made a jabbing motion towards the direction of the distant foes - I can take the shot, you call out the targets. However, then he pointed at the weapon's barrel. "HE and incendiary capable. Maybe a good time to bake the bastards. Limited shots; let us put the fear of the insurgent in their hearts"
He sprinted with that strange, unusual speed for such a hulking figure and vaulted over a barrier. Bolts were already flying past them as the unruly hoard neared, vengeance behind every baleful volley.
He stopped to roll down, bracing the weapon against his shoulder as he lay crouched against the ground and fired a few tentative shots. A few went wide, resembling the usual bolts of energy spraying to and fro. One hit a target; he saw their flesh break inwards before boiling and erupting in vapour and energy discharge - good, their armour wouldn't hold against this. He had no idea what was inside the top floors - maybe the kuvexians commanding them.
"Roy - let us draw them away from the main group. They know one of our own is wounded and we shall be slowed." He motioned across the streets and the mess of abandoned vehicles that lay before them and then to his rifle, in particular it its cope, then made a jabbing motion towards the direction of the distant foes - I can take the shot, you call out the targets. However, then he pointed at the weapon's barrel. "HE and incendiary capable. Maybe a good time to bake the bastards. Limited shots; let us put the fear of the insurgent in their hearts"
He sprinted with that strange, unusual speed for such a hulking figure and vaulted over a barrier. Bolts were already flying past them as the unruly hoard neared, vengeance behind every baleful volley.
He stopped to roll down, bracing the weapon against his shoulder as he lay crouched against the ground and fired a few tentative shots. A few went wide, resembling the usual bolts of energy spraying to and fro. One hit a target; he saw their flesh break inwards before boiling and erupting in vapour and energy discharge - good, their armour wouldn't hold against this. He had no idea what was inside the top floors - maybe the kuvexians commanding them.
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