[And it better work, because 76 isn't biting it for nothing. He supposes that he could easily hide somewhere and spend a few more biotic fields trying to get the gunshot wound under control, but this is his chance. He's not going to pass it up.
76 knows that Reaper is coming and ducks for cover, gunfire at his heels. His breath is ragged and the hole in his abdomen screams in protest. Gloves slick with blood, he fumbles his ammunition trying to snap a fresh pulse canister into his rifle. It clicks into place much slower than it should.
He counts seconds. Shotgun rounds. Breathes. Waits for the reload. Presses himself up against fallen concrete. Tries to focus on the mission, and not the fact that he's dying.]
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[And it better work, because 76 isn't biting it for nothing. He supposes that he could easily hide somewhere and spend a few more biotic fields trying to get the gunshot wound under control, but this is his chance. He's not going to pass it up.
76 knows that Reaper is coming and ducks for cover, gunfire at his heels. His breath is ragged and the hole in his abdomen screams in protest. Gloves slick with blood, he fumbles his ammunition trying to snap a fresh pulse canister into his rifle. It clicks into place much slower than it should.
He counts seconds. Shotgun rounds. Breathes. Waits for the reload. Presses himself up against fallen concrete. Tries to focus on the mission, and not the fact that he's dying.]
I can't believe you're not sick of this yet.