he winces a little when he sees the limp-marching from the debris, cursing under his breath and starting to jog toward the emerging figure. urgh. that was meant to be a victory grenade, but now he just sort of feels guilty -- at least until he gets a better look at his outfit through the thinning smoke.
halting, he lifts his gun back up, aiming it lazily at rhys's chest. ]
Still got at least one. What the hell is Hyperion doing here?
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[ no you didn't, axton.
he winces a little when he sees the limp-marching from the debris, cursing under his breath and starting to jog toward the emerging figure. urgh. that was meant to be a victory grenade, but now he just sort of feels guilty -- at least until he gets a better look at his outfit through the thinning smoke.
halting, he lifts his gun back up, aiming it lazily at rhys's chest. ]
Still got at least one. What the hell is Hyperion doing here?