Team Hydra
Seino's gaze towards the last position of Kraken was suddenly punctuated by a tremendous, thundering crack. In horror, the scientist beheld the crust all around their team splinter without warning, as if a god's fist had slammed into them from below. The dull glow of gloopy lava radiated from between the spontaneous fissures for an instant before the impact hit, striking their forms as boulders arced into the air around them.
His HUD blinked, the only thing stationary in his vision as Mochi went spiralling, the sheer force jarring through his hollow bones as the team lurched skywards. With heavy breaths he raised his armored hands, slightly damaged thrusters ready to fire and recover, using the time to register their losses. A blur in the background caught his attention within that instant the veteran had focused on his display. A gigantic granite block, wider and thicker than he could possibly hope to evade. The only time left was to brace, pray and use whatever energy he had to shield himself.
CRUNCH. The shockwave reverberated through Seinosuke, feeling fractures flare inside his limbs like so many iron spikes. A yowl of pain escaped his lips, his shields having blinked out on impact, the metal suit crumpling into his figure to a greater or lesser extent. It was as if he'd been inside a drinks can as someone had crushed it slowly, jagged edges of the metal jabbing his sides.
As his vision gradually worked its way back from a hazed blur, the doctor had time to ponder how that could have gone differently. Whether on the ground or the air, he would have been swatted and ended up back here. Either way, their job was more important than an ST, no matter how painful the situation. It reminded him of the ill-fated last spec ops mission he'd undertaken, coming back nearly boiled alive inside his own Mindy, his foggy haze finally lifting.
His training flooded back, assessing the tools on hand. Right now, he could just about move his arms at the elbows, the chest of his power armor holding the weight of the block, by some miracle, from squashing him into bird paste. They had been by his sides as the colossal rock had slammed into the soldier. All he could reach was his grenades and xiphos, hardly the best of escape tools. The visor of his suit began to splinter and crack, HUD flickering to dark, the mere motion of his chest rising and falling against the inside of the suit denoting how precarious the situation was.
Mochi had no idea how long time had passed since he'd been struck from the sky as he gazed through the webbed glass, whatever the case he couldn't just wait, for all he knew the others were gone or dead from the debris, even if they had been airborne. Gripping the scalar pulse grenade in a metallic hand, the father-to-be muttered one last prayer as he primed the device and let it drop, rolling down the gap he had created between the chunks of terra firma. His xiphos held firm in the other fist, ready to jam the weapon in his place, hoping the resulting gravity would raise the weight for even a mere moment.
