[centre][h2][colour=008000][u]Gerad[/u][/colour][/h2][/centre]

Gerad simply grunted as the new clanker tried to goad him. [colour=008000]”Lotta flash fer little result.”[/colour] He replied. If he’d had the time to say anything, he’d‘ve told the others to push on and let him deal with these wannabes. His own sensor feed told them they were only armed with simple shoulder arms; dangerous to soft and squishies, but like chucking pebbles at an all up warship against him.

[colour=008000]”You wan’ ‘em [i]dead[/i], save th’ flash fer those cheesy holovids.”[/colour] He’s been tracking Ducaelia as she’d been darting about in the smoke, and as soon as she was clear of his probable effect area, he fired a single PRP round into the store where a bunch of the survivors of the initial assault had fled. The plasma packet slammed into the internal back wall of the building and the whole place became a hellscape. Six died without even realizing they were under attack again as the plasma blast incinerated a six foot sphere of [i]everything[/i] around its impact point, while another four weren’t so lucky, instead catching the thermal pulse of super-heated air created by the blast.

Three of them fell screaming as their gear burned and fused to their flesh, while the fourth managed to stagger out into the darkness in a vain attempt to quench the flames; they managed a few agonizing steps away from the inferno before collapsing to the ground.

Those that’d survived [i]both[/i] attacks scrambled for cover, one of them managing to back plot Gerad’s location, and opening fire on him with panicked gouts of automatic kinetic weapons fire, which harmlessly sizzled and sparked off of his  energy shields.

[colour=008000]”Anyone else wanna go, or should I bin ‘em? Only take a tic.”[/colour]