Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131029012632/@comment-11588669-20131113035542

He had turned, taken a step, then suddenly everything was absorbed in a boom. He flew, and impacted a table. Breaking through it, he rolled to a stop, and came up on one knee.

"Sonnuva bitch." He cursed, then looked down at his chest. There were three shards of metal sticking out of him. One in his arm, one in his leg. And the last was just below where his chestguard ended.

"Shit." The armored teen growled, and reached up. Gripping the shrapnel in his chest, the mercenary pulled it out, nearly crying out. It had punctured right through the area where his chestplate was segmented, between his ribcage and stomach. It wasn't lethal, right now anyways. But bleeding out wasn't really the way he wanted to go.

But he was no use in this position. Pulling Nightfall from his back, Nox laid backwards, allowing the table to cradle him and steady his aim. There were nine more who had removed their masks, bringing the total to twelve. He aimed, and pulled the trigger. The bullet scythed through his target's head, dropping them down to eleven. And the blood flowing from the wounds increased.

"Tianee!" He called out, gritting his teeth in pain as he stood up. His motions were shaky, as his balance was thrown off by the explosion. And the movement caused more ichor to dribble out of the punctures. His armor coloring made sure that you could barely see it, but she had an intense sense of smell. "Get Tristan out of here! Or at least away from the combat!" He raised his rifle, and fired a small burst. The assassins had taked cover behind tables, pulling out firearms. He ducked behind the same table he had leaned against, and winced.

He was worried. The androids were coming, he could feel the ground shake as they stormed to the ballroom. But knowing Tianee, she would try to help him.

And he may bleed out before help could get there.