[b][color=skyblue] “I’m handling this, Shugtil. Just go back with the others and I’ll be there shortly. Please...”[/color][/b]

Few thoughts passed through the mind of Shugtil, as his comrade spoke, and those all centered around his words versus his actions. Everyone knew Jacer to be an honorable man, one who would stick to his word when he gave it, but something was different this time. Jacer didn't have the training that Shugtil did, let alone training from two different military types, but held enough to be a threat. As he was telling Shugtil he had it covered, he was also moving himself to be the Shield against the man behind him.

Why?

Obviously, there was something connecting Jacer to the man behind him, one he would apparently risk life and limb to protect. No, this time Jacer's word wouldn't be enough to convince Shugtil to leave. With his gun still aimed, he carefully watched the men, prepared for one of them to make an offensive move. 

Time ticked by slowly, each without the death of the one who was changing. 

For a moement, time seemed to pause before all hell broke loose. 

Jacer suddenly took off to the right, his own left. Almost immediately, Shugtil depressed the trigger twice; the short distance being ate up in less than a second. That was all he needed; Jacer had implemented a barrier around the man in the time they stood there, what a crafty solider. If he weren't committing a crime he would have a brighter future than any thought possible. The bullets, be them deflected or not, had served their purpose. His nanites quickly left a trail between where Shugtil stood and where Dom stood, laying down the first thicket of string. 

His body reacted automatically, rocketing to his right, the same direction Jacer had gone. This had the effect of moving him from position when the two bullets past him by, though one had come close enough to graze the armor of his left arm. It spun him slightly, enough to throw off the shot he had aimed towards the sternum of Jacer. Hit or miss, this bullet also contained the nanites, allowing him to lay down a trail for later usage. 

Shugtil paused instead of releasing another shot, waiting to see how his last shot did. It was off center, but with them moving, there was a high chance for the shot to miss and hit the cavernous wall behind them. He took the time to realize the inevitable, Jacer was at the advantage. Shug was what one would call support, the man with the long plan; Jacer could act almost instantly, Shug required time. 

But time.