Blooddrinker whirls around in Soul Reaver's hand, dancing with gory elegance. The blade has sharpened itself to such a level that it cuts through the Ravenors without Soul Reaver feeling any resistance from their carapace. He leaps away from the nearest foe just as it falls towards him, limbs flailing in its death-throes.
Gideon, clutching his bruised side, drags himself across the floor and over to his dropped gun. He slides it back onto his arm and it reattaches itself with a loud 'clunk'. Gritting his teeth, he hoists the weapon into a level firing position.
"Alright, lets not look a gift horse in the mouth! Show these fuckers what we're made of!"
Gideon lets his Shredder rip, firing at another Ravenor leaping towards Soul Reaver's back. The creature squeals as it is hit, and Soul Reaver whirls around, Blooddrinker slicing its broad head right off.
Soul Reaver now has all the Ravenors enganged at once. He roars with rage as three large talons rake across the side of his face, and he responds with a point-blank fireball spell into the creature's thorax. The soldiers meanwhile are using their Shredders to keep up supressing fire, preventing the Ravenors from surrounding the warrior.
A Ravenor raises a Flashorb, and it begins to glow. Gideon shouts out a warning as he fumbles for the switch on his helmet... but there is no need. With a sound much like someone stepping on shards of broken glass, Blooddrinker lances right through the Flashorb and the hand it is grafted to. The wounded Ravenor backs off and is cut down by gunfire.
Soul Reaver performs a backwards somersault out of the group of enemies gathering around him, delivering a volley of explosive green blasts into their midst as he jumps.
Just as he lands, he completes another spell, and a wall of fire roars down the corridor before him. The Ravenors squeal in pain as their bodies catch fire. They try to rush forward, but Soul Reaver and the soldiers keep them at bay with the rattling of guns and the singing of hot steel. The Ravenors' movements grow more erratic and one after another they collapse, their bodies still crackling quietly from the flames.
Gideon, breathing heavily, lowers his gun to the floor, hardly believing the deafening silence around him. Only the distant sound of hissing steam, the breathing of his squadmates, and the sizzling from the Ravenor's bodies can be heard.
Surely, it was some sort of miracle...
Gideon, clutching his bruised side, drags himself across the floor and over to his dropped gun. He slides it back onto his arm and it reattaches itself with a loud 'clunk'. Gritting his teeth, he hoists the weapon into a level firing position.
"Alright, lets not look a gift horse in the mouth! Show these fuckers what we're made of!"
Gideon lets his Shredder rip, firing at another Ravenor leaping towards Soul Reaver's back. The creature squeals as it is hit, and Soul Reaver whirls around, Blooddrinker slicing its broad head right off.
Soul Reaver now has all the Ravenors enganged at once. He roars with rage as three large talons rake across the side of his face, and he responds with a point-blank fireball spell into the creature's thorax. The soldiers meanwhile are using their Shredders to keep up supressing fire, preventing the Ravenors from surrounding the warrior.
A Ravenor raises a Flashorb, and it begins to glow. Gideon shouts out a warning as he fumbles for the switch on his helmet... but there is no need. With a sound much like someone stepping on shards of broken glass, Blooddrinker lances right through the Flashorb and the hand it is grafted to. The wounded Ravenor backs off and is cut down by gunfire.
Soul Reaver performs a backwards somersault out of the group of enemies gathering around him, delivering a volley of explosive green blasts into their midst as he jumps.
Just as he lands, he completes another spell, and a wall of fire roars down the corridor before him. The Ravenors squeal in pain as their bodies catch fire. They try to rush forward, but Soul Reaver and the soldiers keep them at bay with the rattling of guns and the singing of hot steel. The Ravenors' movements grow more erratic and one after another they collapse, their bodies still crackling quietly from the flames.
Gideon, breathing heavily, lowers his gun to the floor, hardly believing the deafening silence around him. Only the distant sound of hissing steam, the breathing of his squadmates, and the sizzling from the Ravenor's bodies can be heard.
Surely, it was some sort of miracle...
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