[center][h2][b]Ilshar Ard’sabekh[/b][/h2][/center]


Following a trail demanded a measure of caution to make sure that one was not sprung upon by whatever lay at the end of it, and nowhere was this as true as in the ether. Between Ilshar’s damaged body and the combat still raging around him, that sort of light mental touch was hard to keep in the moment. Fortunately, precautions turned out to be unnecessary, as the ether-mind responsible for the cadavers appeared to have problems of its own. One less thing to worry about, though as his senses fully returned to his body and he took in the situation, it suddenly seemed like a small blessing indeed.

His eyes sprouted as widely as his helmet’s visor would allow, taking in the broadest angle he could manage. Not good. The corpses had closed in for a brawl, one of the ‘hangers looked to have taken a bad hit, and their partner squad sounded too far to be of immediate help. At least none of the creatures was aiming for him, and as long as their controller was kept busy no more would be coming.

[b][i]“As long as that fight is going, we’ll have no more hostiles,”[/i][/b] Ilshar grit out into the comms, both in reply to Flux and as reassurance for the rest of the squad. He had neither time nor energy to go into more detail - as he spoke, he leaned back from the support of his ulvath and laboriously raised the machine gun while shifting his weight to his still numb legs. It was not the most comfortable firing position, but it would have to do.

There was a wealth of targets, but not as many practical ones. The ulvath was not a precise weapon at the best of times, even less so now. Ilshar took aim for one of the less mobile enemies - the intact but staggered puppet that was threatening the human - and fired a burst in its direction. A compartmentalized anatomy meant his hands were steady enough, despite the recoil shuddering through his torso.