09-14-2015, 04:35 PM
Triest was about to object to the idea of essentially committing suicide by cop when lo and behold, the hammer of justice had fallen on top of their heads. Well, rocks of justice. Fortune favored Triest in that the rocks didn't peg him straight in the head, but that wasn't to say he was well-off.
After dragging himself off to cover, well concealment, boxes weren't exactly solid enough to stop a bullet, he took out his shotgun, flipped the safety off, and enabled his cloaking device. He wasn't exactly bleeding, although he was fairly certain pieces of his carapace were cracked.
Triest couldn't peg where the assailants were at. He was caught off-guard, and didn't exactly have the luxury of gawking about as the aftermath of the rubble fell around them.
Axorn was up to something, already engaging with something he couldn't quite identify, but whatever it was, it was outside the blast radius of a shotgun. With his injuries, a run-and-gun approach was a risky alternative to close the distance. Not much he could do there, but with the cloaking device, he could start paving a path on their rear flank as the other two contended with whatever was ahead.
There was a rear door, blocked off by the fallen debris predictably. Even with the cloak, he doubted that their pursuers would fail to see a bunch of materials moving on their own, and might act accordingly.
"Keep them off my back as I clear us a path!"
Triest slowly pushed himself off from the ground, wincing from the pain of the initial encounter, and shuffled his way to the doorway, whilst keeping an eye on where the incoming fire originated from.
After dragging himself off to cover, well concealment, boxes weren't exactly solid enough to stop a bullet, he took out his shotgun, flipped the safety off, and enabled his cloaking device. He wasn't exactly bleeding, although he was fairly certain pieces of his carapace were cracked.
Triest couldn't peg where the assailants were at. He was caught off-guard, and didn't exactly have the luxury of gawking about as the aftermath of the rubble fell around them.
Axorn was up to something, already engaging with something he couldn't quite identify, but whatever it was, it was outside the blast radius of a shotgun. With his injuries, a run-and-gun approach was a risky alternative to close the distance. Not much he could do there, but with the cloaking device, he could start paving a path on their rear flank as the other two contended with whatever was ahead.
There was a rear door, blocked off by the fallen debris predictably. Even with the cloak, he doubted that their pursuers would fail to see a bunch of materials moving on their own, and might act accordingly.
"Keep them off my back as I clear us a path!"
Triest slowly pushed himself off from the ground, wincing from the pain of the initial encounter, and shuffled his way to the doorway, whilst keeping an eye on where the incoming fire originated from.