One minute was all Dorian was willing to give him but something about this didn't feel right. The Awoken could sense something - he didn't know what but he had a feeling that once shots were fired, it was going to go from the present state of bad to exponentially worse. Dorian didn't seem inclined to listen though and rightly so, the warsat did contain vital and valuable information, things that should never fall into Fallen hands. He swallowed again, knowing hesitation could cost them a great deal more than either man anticipated.
"I'll make a break for it," Bramen finally said, turning over and cloaking himself. "I'll stand in front of the Warsat, where the lights are shining. When you see them get blotted out, launch your attack," he said, rising up to his feet and dashing down the side of the ridge, charging towards the Fallen. With luck, the rockets would distract them, Bramen could fire off a few rounds into the backs of a few Dregs. They had numbers on their side right now but the two men could easily wear them down.
The Awoken travelled swiftly, slipping gracefully past the enemy as he charged the warsat, not about to let it fall. It was import to every man and woman still alive, the information it carried couldn't simply be ignored or left to be preyed upon by minions of the dark. Bramen had to keep those thoughts in mind, even as his heart raced. One misstep was all it would take for his stealth cloaking to fail - a stray bullet, a Dreg knocking against him, stumbling over a rock. He just needed to make it to that warsat. He just needed to get in place--
A loud shriek echoed across the area and just as Bramen stood before the warsat and whirled around, dozens of thralls began to pour out of the cave. They shrieked and leapt at the Fallen, slashing at their victims. No sooner had their done so, powerful blasts of arc energy travelled from the cave and out towards the Fallen Captains. A pair of Knights emerged from the cave, blasting their weapons as another dozen Acolytes followed. Bramen was in front of the warsat now, this chaos abruptly erupting around him. He wanted to hole his breath, he felt his heart pounding even faster, bullets and pulses of energy sailing past him as the enemy began to collie.
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Date: 2015-04-04 10:37 pm (UTC)"I'll make a break for it," Bramen finally said, turning over and cloaking himself. "I'll stand in front of the Warsat, where the lights are shining. When you see them get blotted out, launch your attack," he said, rising up to his feet and dashing down the side of the ridge, charging towards the Fallen. With luck, the rockets would distract them, Bramen could fire off a few rounds into the backs of a few Dregs. They had numbers on their side right now but the two men could easily wear them down.
The Awoken travelled swiftly, slipping gracefully past the enemy as he charged the warsat, not about to let it fall. It was import to every man and woman still alive, the information it carried couldn't simply be ignored or left to be preyed upon by minions of the dark. Bramen had to keep those thoughts in mind, even as his heart raced. One misstep was all it would take for his stealth cloaking to fail - a stray bullet, a Dreg knocking against him, stumbling over a rock. He just needed to make it to that warsat. He just needed to get in place--
A loud shriek echoed across the area and just as Bramen stood before the warsat and whirled around, dozens of thralls began to pour out of the cave. They shrieked and leapt at the Fallen, slashing at their victims. No sooner had their done so, powerful blasts of arc energy travelled from the cave and out towards the Fallen Captains. A pair of Knights emerged from the cave, blasting their weapons as another dozen Acolytes followed. Bramen was in front of the warsat now, this chaos abruptly erupting around him. He wanted to hole his breath, he felt his heart pounding even faster, bullets and pulses of energy sailing past him as the enemy began to collie.
"Fire! Fire it now!"