While the firefight was going heavy with deafening gunfire and shouting across the entire compound, Sabinus kept half an eye on what team 2 was up to, doing his best to draw fire away from where the infiltration team was trying to access where the scientists might have been held up. It looked like they managed to weld the door shut, even.

[color=cadetblue][i]I’m surprised they even had a welder handy, let alone know how to use one.[/i][/color] the turian thought, checking his visor for the status of his fireteam. Everyone was still in the green, which was a relief, and the two hotheads of Kargad and Firu were so far managing to evade being pulped by the Fiend, who seemed particularly eager to end that nuisance while ignoring the rest of the squad. If only the good fortunes would hold, Sabinus thought, taking advantage of one of the Anointed overheating to jump jet to the next building over. The high ground was an advantage the Kett were lacking, and it kept him from being flanked. As the big bastard struggled to cool his oversized cannon down, Sabinus fired off a concussive shot that smacked the Kett heavy in the face, prompting an oversized mitt to cover his eye in pain. Sabinus grinned behind his visor. Dirty shots like that never got old.

He landed and quickly acquired his bearings and quickly took note of the mass of hostiles starting to converge on team 2; the distraction wasn’t holding. Clyff’s voice came over the comms,

[color=#B77600]“Anyone feel like covering me?”[/color] he asked. [color=#B77600]“I’ll pay you back in beer.”[/color]

[color=cadetblue]”Better idea, we’re going to engage the gaggle of bad guys from behind, shotguns at the ready. Keep an eye on the sky; I’m taking out the straggler. Please don’t let me do this alone.”[/color] Sabinus replied, keeping his comms open as he acquired the rearmost Chosen. Slipping his rifle back onto his back and pulling free the Piranha shotgun, Sabinus got a running start and jumped up, engaging the jump jets once more to gain some altitude and close the distance from the enemy group. An omniblade formed on his left fist, the iridescent orange glow shining against his armour and giving a vague visage of a meteorite coming down on the Chosen, the blade sinking between the neck and the shoulder blade as Sabinus’ foot impacted the small of the Kett’s back, driving the Chosen into the ground hard, dark blood spewing out of the puncture wound. He was practically in spitting distance of the rest of the group, who were reacting to the sudden appearance of the turian, who with one hand had his shotgun levelled at the nearest Chosen, blowing a hole clean through the ugly alien’s face before freeing his off-hand by deactivating the omnitool and bringing the weapon to bear on the next Anointed, opening fire with a series of shots that came close to depleting his clip before the first shots came back at him. He rolled closer to where the dying Anointed stood, hopefully using the large body as a meatshield until he could slap in a new clip. 

[color=cadetblue]”Ward, I need you buddy,”[/color] he spoke into the still open comms, discharging the nearly spent clip as his fingers traced for a replacement. The dirt around him kicked up from return fire.