[@Kuroyomihime]

Grave Trench was feeling his inexperience, not just the brief snagging sensation of a knife catching his side, though his armor mitigated the actual damage.  The powerful kick would have hurt a lot more if he hadn't landed on something slick.  He slid when the blow slammed into him.  

So this was PvP.  Sudden death battles that are decided in an instant.  This was what most people in Gun Burst Online logged in for.  It was no wonder that he was feeling the pain already.  He had been holding back, approaching this like it was a dungeon crawl.  There was no time for long range planning and excessive precision.  He needed to cut loose if he was going to have even a slight chance of being an asset to his team.

The slide had given him distance, but not much.  He was facing a close combat specialist in close quarters while other enemies could be closing in to support.  He thanked his paranoia as he rolled to his feet and lunged into a sprint, dashing suddenly in a straight line along one of the assembly lines.

He wasn't against monsters this time.  He knew that the players who saw this move would assume that he was trying to gain distance to use his rifle again.  He knew that they were right.  He was gaining distance.  But, that isn't all he was doing.

This was far enough.  He faked a stumble, falling into a roll as he dropped two small items that rolled into the shadows.  He wasn't sure if this would work here but he was pretty sure that his opponent just might underestimate him, given how this fight had been going so far.  The two objects were dud grenades, a cheap drop from many dungeons that popped like small fireworks with sparkles in several colors.  They also looked identical to normal frag grenades.  They wouldn't kill his opponent.  But, a little fireworks show could add just the right kind of chaos to a situation that was already full of the wrong kind and a distraction at the right moment could prove critical.

He also switched weapons... twice if everything went okay.  The first switch was timed with the moment that the duds would go off and would involve letting his rifle drop to hang from its sling as he spun around and drew his backup piece.  Two of the hand cannon's 14mm rounds would tear through the air toward the first target he could line up, hopefully SHOUSUKE.  If he confirmed a target then the moment the second shot left the barrel, he would use the other part of his quick draw skill to return the weapon to its holster with extreme speed and whip his P-bolter off his back.  

If his enemy was more than 100 ft. away and alive then he would bring the weapon into line with the load bearing supports for the robotic arms that lined the assembly line beside him.  The bolts would easily tear through the supports of the assembly line and bring it crashing down in his enemy's path.  A swift and agile person would not be likely to be pinned or injured by such an attack but it would probably force them to evade, slowing their advance and allowing him a better chance to follow up with well aimed bursts of potent plasma, hopefully doing enough damage to bring this fight to a favorable end before Grave Trench could be out flanked by other enemies.

He knew, above all, after marking his location so vividly with a high power weapon, he would be on the top of many people's target lists.  Whether or not this method succeeded in bringing down his attacker, he would burst into a dash to put as much space between him and this location as possible before the proverbial fan threw more fecal pudding in his general direction.  He had some slim hope that he would be spotted by friendlies before foes.