...with a sigh of mild anger - feigned of course, but nonetheless reflecting on his poor decision - Darran did not leave the building, but instead returned to his prior position next to the cat person, taking his turn to glance around the doorway as he readied his weapon. Warp forsake him if he actually cared
about anybody still in the bar area, but from the looks of things, it seemed like most of the havoc had actually died down. Or been killed, rather. Which meant he could perhaps try to save somebody who needed saving, which would put them in his debt in the future. Maybe the robed man lying unconscious on the floor. That'd certainly be something to consider.
He asked himself again whether it'd even be worth it, if he got himself shot or worse arrested by the Arbites. Technically, his very presence in the bar was already criminal, but did that matter if he didn't get caught? Surveys said "not in the least", and if there weren't that many around... just five Arbites, two with shotguns, three with more standard weapons, and shockingly enough none covering their faces entirely… if he aimed for the shotgunners first, and got in good hits to take them out, he might have a chance.
'Cover me,' he murmured to the abhuman, not that he needed or wanted her covering fire. As he stepped out, his mods performed the same acts of analysis as they had previously, automatically boosting the speed of his thoughts to render everything in slow motion, and overlaying the aiming paths of each individual weapon in the field, that he might step through and around their firing paths with minimal fuss... and more importantly, so that he could aim the weapon he'd purchased properly, given that he lacked training.
The first shot taken by the foe was sidestepped fairly easily. As Darran raised his weapon and fired it, directly at the unguarded mouth of one of the Arbites, he ducked beneath another weapon’s firing arc, then rolled to get out of the path of a shotgun blast that threatened to pass over him. As he stood, he aimed and fired at the face of another Arbite, this one bearing a shotgun. That made two down and three to go, and those guys weren’t making it easy either.
Running across the room to find more sturdy cover behind the bar proper, he took aim at a third Arbite’s mouth, only to be forced to duck and cover as the other shotgunner took aim and fired, barely avoiding hitting him as he hid behind the bar. Bah, that was a bad position to be in. If he couldn’t see the weapons, he couldn’t figure out where they were going to aim, and even extending a mechadendrite might give away his position as he scuttled along the length of his hiding spot. Perhaps he would appreciate some covering fire after all, if only to force the guards to stop shooting for just a moment.@Bright_Ops@Sophrus@Eisenhorn@Ollumhammersong@Lady Selune