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Vellios, Warehouse
“Oh, you sneaky little bastard!’ Vellios cursed out loud when he spotted Kaza’s blade. It was a crude and blood crusted weapon and came down right at Vellios’ shields. It penetrated them like a thermal knife through a Ardol’s hide*. The aim was at the tender, quick bleed out part where his neck and torso connected causing the Turian to pull back just to brace against the attack. His right leg thumped upon the ground hard drawing a painful grunt to his throat while his left tried to pull backwards. His left hand went for his knife and aimed to block the unexpected attack, but he was too slow. Realizing this, Vellios’ pistol hand whipped up. He tilted it and let his wrist catch the Batarian’s just when the blade found its mark. It scratched and barely grinded his attacker’s action to a halt. He gritted at the the strength of his opponent as his mandibles started to flutter with excitement.
Vellios’ senses seemed to heighten into a state of adrenaline, his vision sharpening his focus while blurring the rest when the buzz started to hum within his head. Gun fire faded into the distance like muffled while the two Batarian fired, followed by Vallis creating a shockwave that rolled into their direction. The Turian’s heart thumped within his chest enough to flood him with a buzz not related to his wounds, which he hadn’t sustained much if any.
"I had a hunch you had inside intel, somehow.The way the bitch Quarian entered the warehouse and took out several of our crew was too perfect, at least without intel… now I know."Kaza said in an eerily calm voice, his lips curled up into a knowing smirk.
“Well, you know that’s what happens when you fail to protect your toys… Through nice to see someone’s been working out.”, Vellios commented back mocking admirations. Meanwhile, Kasya’s voice rattled in the background and keeping him in the present… not the past where his instincts tried to take him. The Turian’s teeth gritted against the challenge, though he clearly was enjoying the energy rippling through his whole being, and noted his options.
His gun’s business end was pointed toward Vallis, the botic still occupied since it seemed one of the idiots had been in the process of tossing another grenade at her before she decided to knock their world about. Thankfully it was going to miss but not without most likely catching her with the aftermath. Well, Vellios thought, so much for shooting the asshole at all or bouncing it off my shields into him.
As if Kaza had read his mind, the Batarian smile turned into a frown then the bastard’s other hand came up to grip the blade. He leaned in harder and forced Vellios to one knee, the weight difficult to handle with his posture. The blade started to inch past his protective barrier easily and started to rotate downward. Vellios exhaled in resistance as his weight leaned back, trying to keep the tender spot not protected by his armor from being stabbed into. However, he wasn’t out of tricks. And he sure as fuck didn’t survive Haides to die now.
Shifting his foot to brace against the floor, propping himself upright best he could, his figure jerked to the crate at his side and leaned into it. His weight shifted, Vellios’ hand reach out to slash at Kaza’s exposed lower thigh and spray a blood rich vein wide open. Spotting the movement, Kaza jerked away. His arm was already reaching for his pistol to put a bullet into the merc’s head.
Before the bullet could be fired, Vellios brought up his free hand and started to shift it. It clasped about the wrist and jerked the muzzle to the right. Pain filled his attention for a brief moment as the bullet’s echo deafened his earpiece. The sound filling the communications for several moments then followed by a screech when the device skidded across the floor. There was nothing but silence on the other end.
Vellios breathed hard while his eyes narrowed, a familiar heat from his adrenaline rush filling his core. His hand was tight against the gun and kept it pointed away causing Kaza to alter his tactics. The Batarian’s blade hand came up to swing at the Turian’s neck and severe it from his body. His crested head twisted slightly to spot the incoming then jerked forward, bowing from the blade’s path. It was here that Kaza caught a glimpse of another Turian sneaking up on him and continued to turn, pivoting on his toes of his foot while leaning to the side.
Ting!
The two blades met in the middle of the air blocking the attack. In the same instance, his boot whipped back and kicked Vellios into the gut sending the Turian backwards a few paces, clutching his knee directly on the joint. Vellios barely had time to twist it where shot would merely hurt like hell and not cripple or worse. It sent Vellios backward and Not stopping his momentum, he twisted his blade to bring down Haze’s and opening him up for a pistol butt to the face sending the Turian reeling back as well. Not wanting to take two on, he didn’t waste much time. He pushed to step into Haze’s personal space as he tried to take out Haze’s side then moved past.
The Batarian smiled at seeing the Turian hiss with his side stained in blue and droplets dripped to the floor. The knife managed to cut through the armor and into the carapace underneath through it was shallow enough. Haze wobbled then steadied himself through the pain while Vellios was already coming up to counter against Kaza.
"I took that for you, asshole. Better get up so we can kill this fucker." Naturally when Haze snapped, Vellios countered with lacking empathy and slight mocking.
Kaza let out a belly laugh at the Turian’s whine, his blade pressed against his leg and wiped it clean. "Aww, what's the matter? Little baby turian needs to hold hands to get the job done? Pathetic."
He whipped his combat knife up and entered a stance, his gun already aimed at Vellios. "Come get some, little guys."
Suddenly, the grenade went off causing all within the warehouse to hear.
“Stop whining Haze, we’ve got bigger issues or I’ll tell your girl about how much of a baby you’re being...” Vellios commented through gritted teeth, his hand already slid across his wounded mandible. He pressed his omni-tool for a medi-gel as he rose to his feet, his pain easing a bit more. The black carapace Turian assessed his damage at his wounded knee, thankful it wasn’t broken through it hurt like hell and bent less than it did earlier.
“It’s the little guys you should be most worried about…” Vellios almost growled in warning, a tone so unlike him. His mandibles wiggled in a excitement while he stood at attention then rushed forward, using his adrenaline ability to make his figure blur. Through that didn’t stop the Batarian from firing. The blast was directed at Haze, aiming to surprise the other Turian while his body rolled to avoid Vellios and came to a halt beside his omni-tool. It took moments for him to grip it and snap it on, smirking slightly at the pair.
"Neither one of your are leaving here alive..."
* Ardol: A creature native to Pavalen. It has a grey to black color theme with a long, panther like body and ejected feline claws raised to enable sprinting. Armor plating similar to an ankylosaurus ranging along its spine, from the blunt nose to the spiky tail. It’s face has features similar to a bat with smaller, pointed ears upon its head sides. reference pic
Tonnis & Jelagon
Tonnis considering a grenade when his gun started to beep. The barrel reddened from overheating and needed a cool down period, he promptly ducked down behind the nearest crate for cover. His back pressed against the product, now busted to pieces and leaked down his shoulder, his hand cocked his submachine gun to the side while waiting out the timer. Tonnis’ free hand quickly reached to free another grenade and recalled Kaza’s orders. He pressed the side triggers which caused the disk like object to blink, his figure coming around the crate’s edge to toss the thing right at the blue bitch.
There was only one issue. That very blue bitch sent an unexpected biotic shock wave at their position.
Tonnis had faired the best. His body was sent backwards and was tossed to the ground, his body skidding across the floor a few feet away. However, he had managed to toss the grenade just a moment before the wave made contact. His voice cried out in pain while his shields dropped quickly from the direct hit and blared out its next count. Unfortunately, with the sudden attack the grenade didn’t go as far when it hit the ground and slide under a crate to Vallis’ far right. It boomed and exploded the crate, shattering both product and metal pieces into the air. Debris was sent scattering, most harmless but a few chucks dangerous enough to slice deep if Vallis was caught off guard.
Jelgon, who had finished switching explosive ammo, was sent flying into a crate with a loud crash and made big dent in the center. Blue liquid oozed through the twisted metal and soaked his clothes before he started to stir. Forcing himself upright from the wreckage, his pistol whipped out in the direction he last witnessed the Asari, firing if he spotted her peer upright before the grenade off. He would pop off about two or three rounds when his eyes spotted Tonnis’ mistake, the very one beeping across the floor.
“Shit!” He exclaimed. Quickly he rolled over the crate’s side and fell into the small cover that remained when the second grenade went off.
