Look at this motherfucking action scene!
This is the first real action sequence I really wrote! And there's going to be more.
Got roped into writing a big damn Skyllian Blitz fic.
Foretaste of things to come.
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She didn't have the time to think now, she just reacted. She dove for her pistol, checked it, turned the safety off and began to to put her clothes on in the most efficient, mechanic way taught to her at bootcamp.
Terrorist threat. Thoughts were running through her head. Check for causalities. Secure the civilians. Deal with the insurgents.
She ran up to the door, but the ruckus in the hall stopped her dead. She clung to the wall, pistol at the ready.
The door flew out of its hinges and the most disgusting creature she ever had the displeasure of seeing stuck its head into the room, not noticing her. Four eyes or not, the batarians clearly had about the same peripheral vision as humans.
He was just about to turn his head in her direction, but she jumped him, grabbed his nasty four eyed head and pulled. The batarian tumbled into the room, letting out a deep grunt. She took aim. Pulled the trigger. She thought it took a long time, but the way his blood and brain flew gracefully from the back of his skull was almost too picturesque.
She took advantage of the rush and kicked blindly, her knee digging into another batarian's solar plexus. This one didn't even get into her room. Out of breath, he stumbled back.
Almost unconsciously, she threw her arm out, her biotics flaring. The enemy flew up in the air, bouncing from the ceiling. She shot a biotic missile at him and ducked for cover.
Clean smell of ozone was a sharp contrast to the bloody mess on the walls. Biotics, she thought, were not a disability.
Got roped into writing a big damn Skyllian Blitz fic.
Foretaste of things to come.
*
She didn't have the time to think now, she just reacted. She dove for her pistol, checked it, turned the safety off and began to to put her clothes on in the most efficient, mechanic way taught to her at bootcamp.
Terrorist threat. Thoughts were running through her head. Check for causalities. Secure the civilians. Deal with the insurgents.
She ran up to the door, but the ruckus in the hall stopped her dead. She clung to the wall, pistol at the ready.
The door flew out of its hinges and the most disgusting creature she ever had the displeasure of seeing stuck its head into the room, not noticing her. Four eyes or not, the batarians clearly had about the same peripheral vision as humans.
He was just about to turn his head in her direction, but she jumped him, grabbed his nasty four eyed head and pulled. The batarian tumbled into the room, letting out a deep grunt. She took aim. Pulled the trigger. She thought it took a long time, but the way his blood and brain flew gracefully from the back of his skull was almost too picturesque.
She took advantage of the rush and kicked blindly, her knee digging into another batarian's solar plexus. This one didn't even get into her room. Out of breath, he stumbled back.
Almost unconsciously, she threw her arm out, her biotics flaring. The enemy flew up in the air, bouncing from the ceiling. She shot a biotic missile at him and ducked for cover.
Clean smell of ozone was a sharp contrast to the bloody mess on the walls. Biotics, she thought, were not a disability.