04-29-2016, 05:32 PM
“Form in a circle! Backs facing each other!” Connor yells over the cacophony of battle. He ignores the crystalline sounds of Harry’s magic and continues to fire at the swarming drakes. Suddenly, Colonel’.exe’ runs out into the foray, glows brightly and unleashes some beam. The strange man only says one thing while he drops down to one knee,
“Press the attack while we have an opening…”
Connor nods and reloads for the fourth time and and charges outward. He slides underneath a dragon and fires at its softer underbelly. It collapses after Connor clears the dead beast, and once he does so, Connor leaps. He barely reaches 5 feet high when a large sinuous red and golden drake swats him down. The rifle skitters off to the left and Connor groans as the Drake roars at him to stand. Connor rises slowly,
“Mitéra maláka,” he says to the beast. The ugly thing rears its head and out comes its terrible breath of flames. Connor rolls right several times and gets the beast to face away from the team. He lets Lycöan’s Electromagnetic Coil Chamber charge, while it is still in the holster. The dragon breathes out its flames again, and this time Connor slides underneath the stream of fire. He draws Lycöan and starts pulling the trigger, emptying the clip into the beast. It collapses into the ashen ground. Connor looks around and quickly harvest the horns of the drake.
Connor runs over to his rifle and checks it quickly,
“Tch, what a shame…,”
He throws the rifle away as it had been severely damaged. He drops Lycöan’s spent mag and slaps in a new one. He draws Luoa and reloads it as well. He heads back to the others when his shoulder feels a little too warm, he looks over at it and notices that it is on fire.
“Merdē!”
Connor bats at the flames and they die down.
“Goddamnit”, he keeps firing at the surrounding horde, looking a bit grumpy. He reaches the others and takes his post once more, still shooting at the horde.
“Press the attack while we have an opening…”
Connor nods and reloads for the fourth time and and charges outward. He slides underneath a dragon and fires at its softer underbelly. It collapses after Connor clears the dead beast, and once he does so, Connor leaps. He barely reaches 5 feet high when a large sinuous red and golden drake swats him down. The rifle skitters off to the left and Connor groans as the Drake roars at him to stand. Connor rises slowly,
“Mitéra maláka,” he says to the beast. The ugly thing rears its head and out comes its terrible breath of flames. Connor rolls right several times and gets the beast to face away from the team. He lets Lycöan’s Electromagnetic Coil Chamber charge, while it is still in the holster. The dragon breathes out its flames again, and this time Connor slides underneath the stream of fire. He draws Lycöan and starts pulling the trigger, emptying the clip into the beast. It collapses into the ashen ground. Connor looks around and quickly harvest the horns of the drake.
Connor runs over to his rifle and checks it quickly,
“Tch, what a shame…,”
He throws the rifle away as it had been severely damaged. He drops Lycöan’s spent mag and slaps in a new one. He draws Luoa and reloads it as well. He heads back to the others when his shoulder feels a little too warm, he looks over at it and notices that it is on fire.
“Merdē!”
Connor bats at the flames and they die down.
“Goddamnit”, he keeps firing at the surrounding horde, looking a bit grumpy. He reaches the others and takes his post once more, still shooting at the horde.