[All Rhys knows is that there's gunfire and a monster and some big dude fighting it. That's pretty much all he needs to know in order to come to the conclusion that he should run for cover and hide until all traces of anything that can kill him is gone.
He thinks he's doing a pretty bang-up job of hiding, actually. Rhys is curled up with his back pressed to the inside wall of one of the more broken-down buildings, awkwardly half-shoved under a desk of sorts. But it's fine, because the last cat seems to be leaving and this whole thing is almost over and he can put it all behind him and then go about his day with a funny story to tell all of his friends next time they hang out.
Except then, of course, a grenade goes off nearby. And honestly, thank god for the desk, because that catches a few larger piles of rubble that would have at the very least knocked Rhys senseless or given him some horrible head wound. As it is, he escapes from the blast mostly intact, save for some debris that manages to hit his uncovered-foot.]
Oh- for- geeze!
[He coughs in the smoke, scrambling out from under the desk once he's pretty sure that everything is done exploding and finds himself staring at a big old bit of emptiness where there used to be an adjacent wall. Axton is, of course, on the street, and Rhys limp-marches out, too far away to recognize him.]
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He thinks he's doing a pretty bang-up job of hiding, actually. Rhys is curled up with his back pressed to the inside wall of one of the more broken-down buildings, awkwardly half-shoved under a desk of sorts. But it's fine, because the last cat seems to be leaving and this whole thing is almost over and he can put it all behind him and then go about his day with a funny story to tell all of his friends next time they hang out.
Except then, of course, a grenade goes off nearby. And honestly, thank god for the desk, because that catches a few larger piles of rubble that would have at the very least knocked Rhys senseless or given him some horrible head wound. As it is, he escapes from the blast mostly intact, save for some debris that manages to hit his uncovered-foot.]
Oh- for- geeze!
[He coughs in the smoke, scrambling out from under the desk once he's pretty sure that everything is done exploding and finds himself staring at a big old bit of emptiness where there used to be an adjacent wall. Axton is, of course, on the street, and Rhys limp-marches out, too far away to recognize him.]
What was that for? Did you run out of bullets?