[indent]In all the confusion, Hazan had taken a moment to collect himself. After the truck explosion, all hell had broken loose. He'd heard explosions from the admin block, shots coming to and from housing. His teammates chattering in the comms. Vel and Iosif getting hit. It was madness. Chaos. He'd gotten outside the perimeter fence again, but it seemed like the team needed more help inside than out.

As he climbed the fence, things became clearer. The warehouse team had downed a turret gunner. He could see the big gun sitting silent inside the warehouse as he clambered up and over the fence and landed on the dirt inside. His shotgun swung upward as he advanced in, noting that Vellios' team was ahead of him a ways. They'd split up, according to the little blue squares that indicated them on his visor HUD. He found Vellios splitting off from the team and heading off into the warehouse, so he made to follow. 

[color=dodgerblue]"Vel, I'm gonna link up with you. Coming in from your six."[/color]

As he entered the warehouse, the lights went dead. Expecting the worst, he ducked down and peered up, which was when the flashbang went off.

Hissing in pain, he averted his gaze and groped around for something to hold onto, finding a stack of crates to latch onto with a talon as he got his bearings. 

[color=dodgerblue]"Mother fucker... Fucking flashbangs."[/color]

Hazan stumbled forwards, shotgun out in one hand while he shielded his eyes with the other. A few seconds later and the flash faded, leaving him in almost total darkness, except for the emergency lights. Lit under the dim orange glow, Hazan moved forward, heading slowly for Vellios' blue square. The sudden silence was startling, but shortly followed by the sounds of gunfire, in the direction of Valiss, whose marker was just outside. He ignored her for the moment and concentrated on meeting Vellios. 

Which was when he saw the glint of steel in the emergency lights. 

Round a stack of crates was Vellios, cornered by a batarian with a knife. An omnitool laid on the ground.

Haze had the advantage of stealth.

But not for long.

[color=dodgerblue]"Oh no you don't."[/color]

With the utterance he charged, silent at first, but his boots on the dirt were all too obvious for Kaza. He swivelled away from Vellios and parried Haze's initial knife swing with his own. 

The two short blades met in the air for a brief second before Kaza moved forward. His left grabbed onto Haze's collar and his right met his face, a straight punch sending the turian reeling. Another wild swing parried, the batarian stepped in, sliced at Haze's side and moved past him.

The turian hissed in pain, blue dripping down onto the dirt as he staggered backward. Agony lanced through his side from the cut through his armour mesh. Not deep, but enough to hurt. Haze steadied his knife in his right, while he backed up and reached down with his left.

[color=dodgerblue]"I took that for you, asshole. Better get up so we can kill this fucker."[/color]

Kaza merely laughed and cleaned his blade of turian blood.

[color=antiquewhite][b]"Aww, what's the matter? Little baby turian needs to hold hands to get the job done? Pathetic."[/b][/color]

He brandished his combat knife and assumed a fighting stance.

[color=antiquewhite][b]"Come get some, little guys."[/b][/color][/indent]