06-28-2015, 09:43 PM
Quote:I have lost track of where everyone is. If I mix-up a few of your locations, then I apologize. Triest does have mobility, so that should alleviate some of it if I do mix-up.
That was too close. Way too close. Triest could swear he felt death itself breathing down his neck before managing to break the grapple thanks to Axorn. He owed him that was for sure, but right now he needed to regain his composure, steel himself, and most importantly, get that cloak back online.
Being able to hear his own heart thumping away in his chest, he quietly slipped away into a hallway. He wiped some blood off of himself, his own blood he guessed, and gave it a moment's gaze before re-engaging the cloak. New tactics were needed. It was time to throw the idea of chivalry and a proper duel out the window, if that was even being considered in the first place. Triest was rattled, and he didn't believe he could face against Tartaros one vs one. He did however, believe he could be the most annoying prick ever and routinely hit everyone from the shadows.
If his goggles weren't on before, they certainly were on now.
"Let's hit 'em hard," he would say to himself as a sort of self-motivation.
Tarantos, having been recently been torched by Axorn, ran off after him, having lost where Triest had slunk off to.
Triest charged towards Tartaros, shotgun in hand, running up from behind him before letting both barrels loose into his back. Yes, the unprotected head would have been a much better target, but Triest really wasn't up for thinking straight at the moment. Hit and run. That was it. The blast staggered Tartaros, his armor protecting against much of the blow, before he retaliated with his Bolter in the general area he had been hit. The cartridge would have made a better choice, but it was recently used on a dragon of all things. Despite the armor being mostly effective, blood still oozed from where the pellets landed.
Triest's cloak flickered for a moment, but the sudden ambush gave just enough of an edge for Triest to remain unhindered.
"Duck!" Triest teased, after the fact, amusing nobody but himself.
"Well that was good, but I doubt he'd fall for that aga- woah!"
Fire was a popular choice of weapon it seemed. Erik just got blasted with it. Oh... hell... what to do! Erik was on the floor after taking a major beating, and Axorn was about to get back into another one versus two if Tartaros decided to stay on track rather than find some elusive spider. Well, Axorn was still up, and Erik wasn't.
"Surprise!"
Goddammit why does everyone wear armor!? Triest fired into Galel's chest, staggering him and leaving a few bloody entry wounds, but no exit wounds. He then attempted to run off again, but- oh hell. It looked like Triest was the one being teamed up on this time. Tartaros apparently was still on watch for his movements, and was there to greet him with a few bullets, breaking his stealth and giving him a few holes to think about while Galel slashed across his chest with his force sword.
"I hate everything right now," Triest muttered, now responding with his barrage of attacks from his back limbs, three of the four shots were parried by Galel's superior parrying capabilities. The fourth managed to puncture his shoulder as Triest jumped back, just barely avoiding Tartaros' chainsword lunge, right before dodging again to avoid another grab from Tartaros, but he did take another sword slash in response from Galel.
Welp. Triest had definitely had his fill. Injured, taking a lot of heat, and absolutely rattled when he saw the second grab attempt. Now was the time to...
Advance in retrograde!
Run! Now! Dammit! Who cared about cowardice? Certainly not the coward! Break line of sight, go invisible, and start another ruckus somewhere else, preferably while alive. If any of them decided to follow, it would be an intense game of cat and mouse. If none of them did, then they could expect another surprise ambush somewhere in the near future. Just because Triest was running, did not mean he was leaving.
Next time, he was aiming for the head.