Post by We Are Vashari on Dec 24, 2018 18:50:30 GMT -6
IC: The Matoran comes closer, swords ready. “Took the words right out of my mouth.”
"Who knows, maybe I won't actually have to kill you." He muttered before he suddenly launched flipped himself forwards. The sound of shattering tiles being heard again before the jets of water fired from his soles further shot himself up, above, a touch ahead of the Matoran, and keeping him above (for whatever limited amount of time that may be) as they continued to fire. Launching himself into the air in a short flip before he quickly flipped his gun around, sliding a few final pieces into place with a click, and bringing the scope (a part of the attachment) to his visor.
As he brought it up a thin, fairly small, but still quite bright red beam projected from below it, ending in a small dot on Vashari's torso across the city (and most likely quite difficult to discern between Vashari's own red colour scheme, and the districts on blazing lights), as the mercenary struggled to line it up with Vashari's head as he dealt with the instability of his own form of currently achieved 'flight' (hovering), and his current injuries, his left arm visibly in need of repair as he strained to keep it holding the gun steady without use of its currently limp hand.
As soon as the laser alighted on Vashari's head the mercenary fired (18) with a, honestly surprisingly quiet, crack of discharge, and the whistle of the fast moving ice shard.
And along with the departure of the shotgun-turned-sniper-rifle's 'bullet' so too did the mercenary's jets.
Cutting out with a sudden 'pop' (1) and leaving the mercenary to slam against, and mainly over, the parapets edge. His form quickly moving to follow suit with the majority of it, and leaving the mercenary frantically attempting to grab hold of an edge with his (only) free hand, his gun just barely hooked on his limp left hand.
”Mobilize!” Antroz ordered, the Knights immediately following their boss out the door.