[@alexfangtalon][@Rawk]

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[b]Status:[/b] Alive / [color=lightgreen][b]Slightly beat up[/b][/color]
[b]Location:[/b] Prisoner Cabins / Camp Dupont[/centre]
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[color=#00FF00]Kord felt the blows across his face, it felt like someone was slamming a rock into the side of his head over and over again. He could barely register the words the man had spoken before an after the first hit, but he was more than accustomed enough to know it had to do with making him scream. But in that moment the whats and the whys were hardly registering as his eye's were seeing stars and he could taste the metallic taste of blood within his mouth. Within that moment Kord was pretty sure he was going to die, and the only question he could get into his head was redundant and worthless. Kord felt hazy in that moment, he could imagine the damage happening to his head, it was... terrifying to say the least and the impending death made it worse. When the guard above suddenly shifted his weight and yelped in pain Kord rolled sideways trying to get on his knee's but only managed to fall to his stomach as he gritted his teeth, his head was spinning.

He could barely make out someone talking to him as his ears finally stopped ringing, his eye's went from a blurry whirlwind to a shaky yet more solid image as he saw Bryson near him. He was holding his head and seemed to be in rather intense pain, the next scene seemed to play out slowly as Kord came back to his senses. When he looked over the guard had been reaching for his gun, Alex than appeared to the side of them all with assuredly the same Beretta which had been kicked out of his hand earlier. Everything happened in slow motion, their words played out almost at 1/8th their original speed. When Kord saw the guard pull something from his belt, the realization that it was a grenade only came to him when the pin was pulled and it was slowly going towards the ground. This sick bastard was going to take them all with them. Things seemed to slow down even more as Alex was was starting to yell grenade, it was almost like everything had stopped for Kord, as if entering his own little time space where only he was moving.

His eye's watched the grenade slowly fall into the dirt near the guard, his mind started to race, all scenario's of what was about to happen played through his mind. He could see the inner workings of the grenade, the pin leaving it as the bolt was pulled away, the firing pin than striking the primer igniting the fuse with in. He could see it making its away towards the explosive substance at the bottom which would than explode from within and drive the outer metal shards of the grenade into everyone close by. Kord turned his head, they were too close, they had five seconds at best to cover the distance. Kord turned his head again as he saw the keys on the ground, he turned back towards the guard who was still on the ground, he could just barely see Alex turning ever so slowly to run. There was only one thing Kord could think to do, he reached sideways and grabbed the keys from the ground, he placed them between his fingers. He flew forward, things seems to speed back up as the grenade hit the ground the fuse ticking to their doom. Kord brought his hand up and slammed the keys into the guards neck while his attention was still on Alex. Thick maroon blood spurted from the artery as the man opened his mouth to scream but gurgled instead, a mental timer was counting down in his head, this was stupid as all hell but it was the best he could come up with. Kord let the keys go from between his fingers and pushed the now dieing guard over the grenade.

The guards stomach covered the grenade as Kord pushed his own weight on top of the guards to try and suppress the explosion as much as possible. He knew it was too late to try and run now, he only hoped the armor and the weight over top would stifle the explosion. Images shot through his head of this failing, of the grenade exploding underneath them and blasting up through the guards body and penetrating his. Terrible outcomes to the course of action bombarded him as the timer ticked to its final second and there was a hard thud from underneath him, it was damn near strong enough to nearly throw him off the body but he held, barely. Kord fell sideways, it didn't take him long to realize he had been holding his breath, he let out a few ragged breaths as his chest heaved in and out. His whole decision to come over was really starting to look really really bad, dodging crossfire was really looking better than what he had just lived through. Kord slowly raised his hand up to wipe a some of the blood was from his mouth when he caught site of his hand.

When he saw the fresh darkened soup like blood dripping down it the color seemed to drain a little from his face. He hadn't really thought about in the moment but he had just taken that guards life. Far be it he was trying to kill them all but... the image flashed through his head like a bullet to the brain, he could see the keys going into the guards neck, but it was slow and he could see almost every single moment as the keys cut his skin, and than opened his neck and slid in... Kord's head spasmed as if in pain, it was hard enough that his neck cracked slightly from the sudden movement, he closed his eye's hard, so hard that it hurt his head doing it. An undeniable shiver went through his entire body making him look like he had some sort of second long seizure. When he re-opened his eye's his hand was shaking as the blood dripped off of it. Slowly he looked over at the now mangled body of the PSF, Kord shook his head as his eye's hardened, he got up from the ground pushing away the thoughts that were conflicting him and the emotions that were trying to overcome him.

[b]"Thank you."[/b]

The words were somewhat cold and short as Kord offered his thanks for their help, he didn't really know what else to say aside from that. 

[b]"We need to get out of here... I don't know who will win... but I don't want to be here when its decided. We stand a better chance together. I am sure we can get out among the fighting."[/b]

Again the words were cold and direct, there was not much emotion to them. The momentary emotion he had shown before was replaced by the same stone like gaze he always wore.[/color]