Had her senses been dulled from all the gunfire? Had she let her guard down, letting an attacker sneak up on her? Or, perhaps, it was not something she could have perceived, after all? Whatever the reason, Regan found herself face-first in the dirt, pain radiating in her body. Her eyes rested on the armor protecting her wrist and forearm, and she felt thankful. But... what was she doing again? She was fighting... right. Recks and Houzer and Ladmour had reported in from scouting the last location for Imperial ambush. They were on their way back to base, and they hit a mine that hadn't been there before. Humiliating... they had been ambushed, when they specifically were looking for ambushes. All but herself had perished... Another squad picked her up, and here she was. She wasn't ready to die here.
"Nng..."
Sword... check. Gun... check. Hokay. Time to get up She took a breath, carefully, and began to push her hand into the ground, rolling herself enough to one side to bring up a knee. She paused, catching her breath before she repeated with her other hand and leg, and then she pushed herself upright. "Aahg. Gah."
Little more. With effort, she swung her mortar lance around and used it to push herself to her feet. She could hear Jatmoore... She followed the voice, pushing herself to relative safety where she would collapse. "Nnn..." She coughed a few times, ending with a bit of blood. "Ooh... that's... not good."
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