[b]"We'll lose them in the city!"[/b]

He’d almost missed the monster sounding the retreat over the blaring gun fire. They were coming down hard on him, he’d slowly began to move his way back, firing his weapon nearly at point blank. They were close enough that the spray of blood was coating his armor. He took a slow step backwards, firing into the masses. 

Now it seemed to just be a throng of people charging the group's position, either because they were swept up in the chaos, or because they genuinely didn’t want the team here. Another slow step, they were on him now so close that he could make out every detail of their face, he watched as the bullets tore them apart, their faces contort, eyes bulge it was always so gory. He let go of his rifle as the audible click signaled he was empty, he had no mags left, the sling kept the rifle close to him it now resting on his front. Drawing his sidearm he began to move quicker in the opposite of the horde of people. He unleashed a lethal volley of deadly magnetic rounds. One managed to jump him, he beat down on the power armor, and with a powerful swipe of his arm he launched the assailant into the crowd. He went back to firing his pistol, the fifty caliber rounds stopping anything they hit, and anyone behind them.[i] “God they won’t stop coming.”[/i] he thought bitterly. This entire shit hole was a mess and if this was an indicator of how things were going to go, he might as well dip out the next chance he gets. A woman leapt at him, he dropped a round through her skull, painting her compatriots in a fine coat of red. He heard a distinct yelp, to his left an ice oil stick and a man had fallen onto it. 

He swatted another person as they got to close, narrowly avoiding a homemade spear. He drew another plasma grenade, and dropped it at his own feet, he used the strength of the armor and launched himself away from the plasma, landing three meters away. A brilliant white light and then pools of glowing plasma were all that remained. He crawled to his feet, and began his retreat, looking back firing  occasionally at the enemy. He’d use whatever cover he could find. Another bullet struck his  armor this time in the stomach, he felt a slight pinch. His hud notified him that he had a minor wound. He fired back into the crowd as he continued to escape. He’d lost most of the party at this point, he crawled over the rubble and disappeared into the streets. 

His left hand putting pressure onto his stomach, he slowed his breathing letting his heart catch up too him. His HUD finally came came up with a complete medical diagnostic, nothing close to life threatening. He continued to hold his stomach to prevent too much blood from spilling onto the ground it’d give them a trail to follow. He dipped between buildings and other rubble in the streets. He managed to spot what was left of his handlers, the creature was moving quickly. He fell in behind him letting his hand go from his wound. He maintained his pace at a quick trot, waiting for a minute before finally speaking [b]“What the fuck happened back there?!”[/b] His disgust with the creatures earlier actions seeping into his voice. He managed to bite his tongue, realizing he might be dealing with amateurs. He tagged the creature as friendly, in his HUD.