[indent]No sooner had Hazan and Vellios moved out from their trial-by-combat than they'd gone under fire again. A barrage of shots from the housing block across the way had sent the younger Turian scrambling for cover. Somewhere along the way, he'd lost sight of Vellios, but the older, stealthy Turian was no doubt on his way to perform more killing.

They had a shared objective though: help out their Asari teammate Valiss. She was currently engaged with two slavers, but he did note that she had the upper hand; as two more explosions rocked the warehouse, she pulled one of them out from cover and filled his front full of rounds. Most of them pinged off his shield, but once that went down, more buried themselves in his form and he went limp in the air.

Hazan keyed his comms.

[color=dodgerblue]"Valiss, friendlies coming in behind you. Repeat, friendlies behind you."[/color]

And just like that he was next to her, crouched down behind a nearby crate as shots pinged off his cover. He grinned at her as he returned fire blindly, lifting his pistol over the crate and squeezing off multiple shots towards where the loud noises were coming from.

[color=dodgerblue]"Sorry about the delay, me and Vellios had to take care of a minor problem. D'you know where's the other asshole that needs killing around here?"[/color][/indent]