Kiril was dumbfounded. His reflexes were there, of course, but there wasn't any other time where he felt more out of shape.

[color=cyan]"[i]Pizdyetz...[/i]"[/color] He hissed through his teeth, looking wide-eyed at his shield. Digital smoke rose from a scratch left by a long-range bullet, that hit it from all the way across the map. He had raised his shield reflexively as part of his movement in front of the team's sniper, and that alone is what probably left Ogre in the game. His eyes narrowed at the two AI snipers, the brawlers charging at the team going out of focus. He could of course try to predict their trajectory, but having two shielded opponents and two long range fighters against one of each was unfair enough to require a change of strategy.

He looked over his shoulder at the navy-blue Gear. [color=cyan]"Dodge for a while longer, I will remove the shields."[/color] He said quietly, before charging forward. His Gear not being overly agile just meant every change of direction was carefully measured, which is why he zigzagged his way forward, trying to prevent Ian from being in a direct firing line from the snipers, but also making himself a slightly harder target to hit. As he drew closer to Rio Ogre's feet dug into the virtual ground, its boosters going into a surprisingly loud overdrive. He charged towards the one Brawler closer to the line between the team's snipers in what appeared to be a strange suicide attack - but seconds before colliding into it a thick whip darted towards its shield in an attempt to bypass its defenses.

It was time the enemy realized Ogre's spikes were not just for show.