Sector Ranger
Zad took aim. Zad shot. Zad missed. Shit! Granted, his aim wasn’t great on account of being surrounded. At least behind the bar counter he had cover but still had to move his head up and down like someone playing Whac-A-Mole in reverse or sommat.
Whatever, the Ranger didn’t need to spend the next ten seconds cursing under his breath. Out of nowhere, the unexpected happened. His metallic twin friends showed up to show that Nautolan a new definition of openin’ up a can o’ ass whoopin’. They pretty much didn’t, as expected, given they were harmless idiots and the Nautolan had a sharp edge on his weapon.
“Howdy,” the Ranger promptly greeted the other Ranger behind the counter, never mind Clanker and Tanker right beside them. “Yeap. You go right. I go left. Right? Right.”
Zad had decided that it might be a good idea to pick up one of the fallen goons beside him and used his body as cover if not a mobile base of operations. If the unconscious moron got shot dead then that wasn’t Ruzed’s problem, no sir.
His big iron propped over the maybe-he’s-alive guy’s shoulder, Zad moved and shot back without being so pinned in despite still being a bit surrounded. However, now his opponents would have to split their attention amid four targets moving in different directions.
Hopefully the Rybet had enough sense to pick up a fallen goon's weapon?
-BLAM!-BLAM!-BLAM!-
Zad slammed his back against the wall of a pillar and decided it was a good idea to chew on an unlit bent cigarette in his new cover. Cool thing about yachts? They had sprinklers in the event of a fire. That would matter later.
OOC: Welcome back Tarzan
Kikker
Whatever, the Ranger didn’t need to spend the next ten seconds cursing under his breath. Out of nowhere, the unexpected happened. His metallic twin friends showed up to show that Nautolan a new definition of openin’ up a can o’ ass whoopin’. They pretty much didn’t, as expected, given they were harmless idiots and the Nautolan had a sharp edge on his weapon.
“Howdy,” the Ranger promptly greeted the other Ranger behind the counter, never mind Clanker and Tanker right beside them. “Yeap. You go right. I go left. Right? Right.”
Zad had decided that it might be a good idea to pick up one of the fallen goons beside him and used his body as cover if not a mobile base of operations. If the unconscious moron got shot dead then that wasn’t Ruzed’s problem, no sir.
His big iron propped over the maybe-he’s-alive guy’s shoulder, Zad moved and shot back without being so pinned in despite still being a bit surrounded. However, now his opponents would have to split their attention amid four targets moving in different directions.
Hopefully the Rybet had enough sense to pick up a fallen goon's weapon?
-BLAM!-BLAM!-BLAM!-
Zad slammed his back against the wall of a pillar and decided it was a good idea to chew on an unlit bent cigarette in his new cover. Cool thing about yachts? They had sprinklers in the event of a fire. That would matter later.
OOC: Welcome back Tarzan
Kikker