10-03-2015, 12:24 PM
Shock. That was about all that was running through Triest's mind when Erik hit the pavement. It wasn't that he hadn't seen people die before, or even those he knew, but that didn't mean the feeling right after someone breathed their last was any less impactful, any less draining. He silently prayed that resurrection was in fact something that was real, and not some farce made up for reasons that Triest didn't bother try contemplating.
Triest being Triest, his immediate reaction was to sprint towards some cover, while Axorn, seemingly in a fit of rage, went after the sniper that had taken their friend. With the sniper being taken care of, and the remaining soldiers still in hot pursuit behind him, the only choice that seemed clear to him was to run. Just run. His thinking was cloudy, and all he could think to do was run as fast and as far as possible.
The aircraft went spiraling into a nearby building. Triest had doubts of whether that would distract the guards, or if Axorn survived his encounter, although he had a sinking feeling on what the outcome most likely was. Even if he did survive, Triest wasn't going back to find out. If Axorn sacrificed himself to save him, then he better use what distractions he could to get away.
On his great escape, Triest enabled his cloaking device, and kept running. He dodged his way through the alleyways, and cut his way through alleyways. He was certain that they would be waiting for him at the elevators, if not below then above, so he avoided them. Every sound, every shadow, gave illusions of pursuers, his paranoia of his coming fate playing tricks within the dark corridors of the cursed ruins. Doom was in the air, and Triest felt like he was running on an open field with a bird of prey slowly circling above, ready to make its mark. Two out of three down, what chance did the third have?
Finally his stamina gave way, and he ducked into a dark corner, trying to catch his breath. Only now would he know if he managed to gain a temporary reprieve from his pursuers, or if they tracked him all the way here.
Triest being Triest, his immediate reaction was to sprint towards some cover, while Axorn, seemingly in a fit of rage, went after the sniper that had taken their friend. With the sniper being taken care of, and the remaining soldiers still in hot pursuit behind him, the only choice that seemed clear to him was to run. Just run. His thinking was cloudy, and all he could think to do was run as fast and as far as possible.
The aircraft went spiraling into a nearby building. Triest had doubts of whether that would distract the guards, or if Axorn survived his encounter, although he had a sinking feeling on what the outcome most likely was. Even if he did survive, Triest wasn't going back to find out. If Axorn sacrificed himself to save him, then he better use what distractions he could to get away.
On his great escape, Triest enabled his cloaking device, and kept running. He dodged his way through the alleyways, and cut his way through alleyways. He was certain that they would be waiting for him at the elevators, if not below then above, so he avoided them. Every sound, every shadow, gave illusions of pursuers, his paranoia of his coming fate playing tricks within the dark corridors of the cursed ruins. Doom was in the air, and Triest felt like he was running on an open field with a bird of prey slowly circling above, ready to make its mark. Two out of three down, what chance did the third have?
Finally his stamina gave way, and he ducked into a dark corner, trying to catch his breath. Only now would he know if he managed to gain a temporary reprieve from his pursuers, or if they tracked him all the way here.