Clyff pulled the exhausted clip from his gun and replaced it. His comms crackled as the turian leader asked for a call to action. [color=#B77600]“Ah, the ass to mouth maneuver. I can respect the surprise that one has.”[/color] He realized, belatedly, that that was very much an Alliance reference. He cleared his throat. [color=#B77600]“On it.”[/color] He stood out of his cover and saw the turian descend like an angel of terror and start to take Kett on with a calculated aggression. Clyff was very impressed.

He moved forward, hoping to assist in the turian’s death march up the back of the kett forces. Unfortunately, he was waylaid by a Chosen. He was able to avoid the creature’s blasts but was unable to pull his shotgun forward given that the creature was on him fast. He dropped the shotgun and quickly palmed his rifle—sending incendiary bullets into the other’s side.

It was then that Sabinus requested help. [color=#B77600]“On it,”[/color] he said, sheathing his rifle and picking his shotgun from the ground. It was then that he brought his omnitool to bear and ignited all his abilities—a flood of chemicals which led to a numbing, but powerful, focus shoot through him. He pushed forward. Four eyes was also helping their “ass to mouth” plan, and Clyff figured they’d be able to handle it. Unfortunately, Sabinus was using an Anointed as a meat shield. He fired his shotgun, and with the help of his abilities, the shots blasted through the midsection of a Chosen. The batarian then took the rest out, freeing Sabinus from his pinned position. The alien took to cover about the same time the last Anointed focused in on them. They were pinned.

Clyff, moving slower than the others, hadn’t been noticed by the Anointed yet. It angled its heavy weapon towards the turian and batarian. [color=#B77600]“Everyone stay down,”[/color] Clyff said through the comms, grabbing his proximity mine and hurling with all his augmented strength at the Anointed. Years of Frisbee golf apparently paid off as it stuck to the creature’s chest. He then brought his shotgun to bear and blasted it square in the chest—igniting the explosive. This knocked Clyff back, blowing through his shields. It was then that he felt an intense pressure in his left shoulder. The Anointed had managed to get a round off before blowing up into rather gruesome chunks of alien. With no shield, the bullets peppered his armor, but it found purchase in the less-armed shoulder joint. A vomit of blood shot out from the wound. Clyff couldn’t feel it, but he knew it was bad. 

Fortunately, the explosion had unpinned the turian and the batarian, taking out the Anointed and any Chosen around him. Clyff dropped his shotgun as his wound started to pour blood. [color=#B77600]“How many points do I get for being the first one to get a rad-ass scar in Andromeda?”[/color]

It was then he was aware of the red of his blood weaving around the crevices of the red of his armor. [color=#B77600] “I can’t feel how bad this is. Stupid adrenaline. But fuck. I think I… [i]fuck, fuck, fuck…[/i]”[/color] he repeated ad nauseum.