Bramen nodded to his friend's suggestion, more than pleased to get started. Picking down Fallen with a sniper rifle was almost like a hobby at this point, something he all but thrived on. Be a good chance to start counting how many Fallen he could down too - certainly more than Dorian if his hand was steady enough. Oh, he could taste it already.
"On your signal," Bramen reminded him, quickly moving towards the ridge Dorian suggested, swift in making his approach to his vantage point. He crouched down, allowing himself to cloak among the rocks, not yet aiming his rifle. It was nearly impossible to retain the focus to do both at once, he'd wait until Dorian's grenade went off. He was poised and he was ready, even if Dorian couldn't see him - though the Warlock no doubt saw where it seemed a patch of land was distorted, a reflection of the rock that moved on its own. At this distance, the Fallen wouldn't take notice.
"Let's see what--" Bramen suddenly cut off, the sky above darkening. A Fallen dropship was moving in overhead, the engines audible and disrupting communications. It rumbled overhead, a gust of air pushing down over top both men and threatening to knock them out of place. The ship moved towards where the other Fallen were, the bay doors in the back opening up and releasing two more Captains, along with a handful of Dregs. Several more Shanks flew out too, taking their time in drifting towards the surface - capturing a visual on everything that came within their line of sight. The new Captains that arrived started to make their unintelligible sounds, those grunts and roars that had no translation. Fallen could speak a common tongue if necessary - but their own language seemed to go without translation. No scholar had been able to crack it yet.
The drop ship rose back up, climbing higher into the sky - leaving without firing anything, something Bramen suddenly found himself beyond grateful for. He breathed in, quickly opening the channel to speak directly to Dorian once more.
"I have a feeling we'll need to rethink this strategy..."
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Sounds like fun!
Date: 2015-04-03 12:56 pm (UTC)"On your signal," Bramen reminded him, quickly moving towards the ridge Dorian suggested, swift in making his approach to his vantage point. He crouched down, allowing himself to cloak among the rocks, not yet aiming his rifle. It was nearly impossible to retain the focus to do both at once, he'd wait until Dorian's grenade went off. He was poised and he was ready, even if Dorian couldn't see him - though the Warlock no doubt saw where it seemed a patch of land was distorted, a reflection of the rock that moved on its own. At this distance, the Fallen wouldn't take notice.
"Let's see what--" Bramen suddenly cut off, the sky above darkening. A Fallen dropship was moving in overhead, the engines audible and disrupting communications. It rumbled overhead, a gust of air pushing down over top both men and threatening to knock them out of place. The ship moved towards where the other Fallen were, the bay doors in the back opening up and releasing two more Captains, along with a handful of Dregs. Several more Shanks flew out too, taking their time in drifting towards the surface - capturing a visual on everything that came within their line of sight. The new Captains that arrived started to make their unintelligible sounds, those grunts and roars that had no translation. Fallen could speak a common tongue if necessary - but their own language seemed to go without translation. No scholar had been able to crack it yet.
The drop ship rose back up, climbing higher into the sky - leaving without firing anything, something Bramen suddenly found himself beyond grateful for. He breathed in, quickly opening the channel to speak directly to Dorian once more.
"I have a feeling we'll need to rethink this strategy..."