The explosion rocked the tunnel, the shockwave reverberating through it, helmets hissing as they sealed ears to protect against damage. Firuzeh grinned maniacally as she felt adrenaline flood her system, and she felt biotic energy crackle along her nerves. She hadn’t expected things to get fun this early in the mission, and she let out a giddy laugh at the eruption of fire and sound that soon engulfed them. 

Flicking the safety of her shotgun off, she narrowed in her focus on the closest opponent, hurriedly readying a rifle to return fire at their group. Her grin broadened, and in a blaze of eerie blue light she charged into the maelstrom, laughing maniacally as she slammed whole body into the man, feeling his armor cracking under the inertial onslaught. Not even bothering with her shotgun, she brought her fist down upon his helmet, cracking the visor and exposing the terrified face below. Again, she brought down her fist, smashing it into his exposed face, the sound of bone crunching and flesh tearing rising up amongst the chaos. She brought round her shotgun, firing off a single shot into what remained to finish the task, and looked up, eyes searching for the next target. 

Bel felt the explosion more than heard it from her place farther back in the squad line up. She was a bit disappointed that she didn’t get to see the actually explosion but her spirits were quickly lifted as gunfire erupted throughout the tunnel. Her right hand glowed with that telltale biotic blue as she drew pistol with her left, charging out from cover behind the vanguards with a rousing warcry which sounded much less impressive outside the confines of her helmet. The blue aura around her hand spread across her body for a brief moment as she gestured at an asari in yellow who’d made the mistake of stepping out from behind cover. Bel splayed her hand in front of her and biotic energy slammed into the merc’s chest, enveloping her in a warp field. The asari stumbled back half a step and did her best not to cry out as her very flesh began to rip itself apart molecule by molecule. She just managed to stumble back into cover and avoid the rounds that pinged off the crate in front of her. Bel swore under her breath and took a few pot shots at other targets in cover in an effort to keep their heads down and give the vanguards breathing room. Even as she tried to focus on the task at hand, her attention repeatedly drifted over to Firu and her unyielding ferocity. It was utterly breath-taking and darkly beautiful the way she tore through people like a whirlwind of carnage. A biotic like Koyla was skilled without a doubt, but also a cool and collected professional. The krogans were brutal but this sort of violence came naturally to them as breathing and came off as more a reflex than anything. There was just something captivating in Firu entirely giving herself over to unbridled savagery.

Bel swallowed and hoped everyone else would be too busy with the charge to notice the pink in her cheeks that refused to go away even as she turned to yank an unlucky merc off his feet with a biotic pull. He yelped in surprise as he dangled helplessly in the air, slowly drifting toward her. She left him dangling there and instead took a moment to throw more rounds down range and make everyone on the other side of the tunnel think twice about popping up to shoot back. Normally Bel was much more collected and cautious but the knowledge they were racing against time made her reckless. In the excitement of the charge, she lost count of her shots and heard a furious hiss as her pistol shut down to cool off which would’ve been fine had she not been running full tilt at the enemy line with no cover nearby.
[i]”Aw hell...”[/i]

Out of the corner of her eye, Firuzeh caught side of a squad member - Bel, if she recalled correctly - floundering in the open, the bright overheating indicator on her weapon pulsing boldly in the murky lighting of the tunnel. If she could see it, surrounded by the maelstrom of battle as she was, then she knew the Eclipse operators could too. Time seemed sluggish around her, adrenaline pouring through her system as she scanned the area, straining to find an opponent who had also taken notice of her ally’s defenseless state. Her eyes narrowed as one popped into her vision, an Asari raising a rifle to fire on the engineer from behind. 

Firuzeh’s mouth tugged into a tight smirk once again, and she felt electricity arc along her nerves, the eerie blue glow of biotics rising around her. Like a slug from a mass accelerator she flew across the field, slamming the alien into the prefabricated concrete wall. She relished the expression of terror visible through the visor, her enemy’s actions seeming to come through in slow motion, clumsily fumbling for a knife or pistol to bring against the cyborg now intent on ending her life. Firuzeh whirled back, the omni blade’s flailing slash going wide as the Asari swung desperately at the air. In another instant, Firuzeh had ducked low, the glowing orange blade of her shotgun’s bayonet rising in response as she rushed forward, driving the point home into the asari’s gut, and again as she withdrew it and plunged it back in, hard ceramic plating useless against the repeated savage blows she rained down on its wearer. Screaming filled her ears, and blood splattered the ground, the asari frantically blasting her back in an ill coordinated biotic discharge. 

Firuzeh didn’t care, and her gaze remained focused on her quarry - her shotgun was gone, thrown somewhere to the ground, but she cared not in the slightest, throwing herself at the desperate asari once more. Seizing hold of her, Firuzeh delivered a flurry of blows to her ragged opponent. She could feel bones and armor splintering under the hail of fury she unleashed. Feeling the rush of battle grow even stronger, the glow of biotics surrounded her once more as she launched herself and the asari into the ground. What remained of her opponent gasped for air, and Firuzeh grinned savagely as she drew her pistol, two bullets ending the Asari. She looked up at Bel nearby, winking playfully - for all the good it did through the helmet. “Almost got you there.” She called out gleefully, “Keep an eye out next time!”

Looking up to survey the clash of battle around her, it became clear that their own team was handily cleaning up the Eclipse team guarding the tunnel. Her lips folded in a smirk, and she turned back to Bel, “Fancy finishing them up with me?”

With the distraction provided by Firu, Bel had managed to dive behind another stack of crates and could only watch as her squadmate brutalized her opponent with eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. She nodded silently to the question and turned as much to hide the redness in her face as to return fire. Perhaps such a reaction to wanton destruction wasn't entirely sane. Though, come to think of it, most people who do mercenary work for over 10 straight years often aren't anyway. With that thought in mind, Bel leveled her focus once more, aimed at the poor bastard she'd yanked with her biotics, and dropped him with a burst of pistol fire just as he was stumbling to his feet. From there, she returned to exchanging rounds as she advanced from one set of crates to the next