Rest and Recovery... and Running

[Erik Vrell]

Erik looked on as the crystal Axorn had fired erupts into flames. The scream of the hit soldier was agonising, as the shit hadn't killed him outright but had blown off his arm and part of his chest. He wouldn't live much longer. Triest explained his idea to his friends and engaged his cloak. "A distraction?" Erik said. "I can do that."

Purple mist flowed I front of Erik, quickly forming into a ring of energy. Erik blindly tossed the chakram into the smoke and listened. It bounced wildly around the room, flashing with violet light every time it hit a wall. It didn't do a whole lot of damage but Erik heard a couple of winces from the two standing soldiers. This gave Axorn enough time to fire off another shot. It hit one of the soldiers in the leg and ignited shortly after. This explosion wouldn't be as harmful as the other shot but still did some damaged and took the soldier off his feet.

The last soldier began to panic. He turned on his radio and began shouting rapidly. "This is bad. This is Boss, Scorch is down and Fixer is..." He was cut off by Erik using his telekinesis to hurl one of the boulders his lifted off Triest. Erik blinked away the last of the purple mist flowing from his eyes and saw that Triest had cleared away most of the rubble and the exit was almost clear. "Let's get out of hear quick." Erik said, picking up the burnt remnants of his beloved blue cloak and stashing inside his black tunic. "I don't want to test myself against another round of explosives."

As the trio made their escape into an alleyway Scorch turned on his radio. He was breathing heavily and sounded strained. "This is Scorch. There's no hope for us now. The others are dead and I'm bleeding out." He sounded faint. "Get those bastards." He said. "Get them for Boss, for Fixer. Get them for me." Then his radio cut out and unconsciousness enveloped him.