#7926 pressed himself against the brick wall, seizing the moment to catch his breath. (they would catch up fast)The temperature regulation of his suit stank. He would probably have to change it again sometime. but not now. There were way more pressing issues to concern himself with.
Brick dust lightly sprinkled itself onto the armor of his powered battle suit. Dislodged by the temor of footfalls. Footfalls of many big, nasty people.
'26 allowed himself a deep breath of the suit's artifical smelling, recycled air of the armor's scrubber. In a glance he summed up his armor's integrity, assuring himself everything was still, (loosely) held together. More dust fell on his armor. '26 hastily slapped a proximity mine onto the wall behind which he took cover and ducked around to the next corner. Still the footfalls came closer and closer.
with the smoothness bore of practice he examined his XI assualt rifle, ejecting its ammunition catridge. He reached into the armor's utility belt and (with ever-so-slightly trembling hands) carefully drew out the last two clips of ammo, slamming them into place.
The proximity mine exploded, destroying what was left of the wall and ripping apart the first two of the advancing shock troopers. '26 smiled in grim satisfaction as he heard his enemy swear, taking casualties. (standard procedures, ehh sarge?) he rose from his crouch. the enormous amount of dust kicked up by the explosion covered his attack quite well.
Loki Commander #7926 lifted his assualt rifle (all alone then) and opened fire on the platoon of shock troopers stunned before him (take as 'em down with you)....
sorry for the poor quality of this piece. will try to look at it again if got time.
coz i've got pretty much nothing to say here haha.
have fun all!
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