[center][h2]Plains of Ire[/h2]
[sub]Around the Z-ATV[/sub][/center]

Staggering and stalling, that was their job. In the midst of two powerful attacks, though, Jäger had stalled himself. He fell to one knee as a bead of sweat did. The clank of armor against steel was nothing to the titanic roar of the lizzie, destroying mountains of sand with its stride. Jäger breathed heavily: once, twice. His jaw hung low. He paused, pupils traveling upward but head remaining bowed. It walked. There was no killing the thing, certainly not in his condition. And so they stalled, waiting for... something. And that something came, in the form of powerful, engineered buzzing behind him.

It was all the queue Jäger needed to stand swiftly to his greaves. The black rushed before his eyes as blood rushed from his spinal cord to other parts of his body. A pulse of black, and then a blurry image appeared. Small, yellow spheres clashed with a streak of faded blue. Jäger's eyes refocused, and the image before him came to life once again. Swaying a bit to the side, the monk used that momentum to propel himself in the opposite direction. Nearly stumbling, he waved one of his armored limbs to regain balance. His leather tome bounced against stalwart metal between strides. His hurried, loud pace would hopefully bring him to the ladder in time. In time to slam the hatch down before sliding down the ladder into a crouch, elbows grinding against knees.