Hellfire
Gabe twists, guns up, shells raining around his frame as he snarls. The night is lit by fire and the flash of muzzles. The air full of screams and the incomprehensible shrieks of Omnic fighting units and the hoarse smokey shouts of men who have been shouting orders non-stop for hours while the true smoke of burning lives curls into the air as uncaring as Gods and Monsters. He bares his teeth in another scream as he rolls, comes up and swings his shotguns up again. The recoil is a familiar aching hurt as he dashes forwards, barreling through a choke point wall of Bastion units whining up for another salvo. He can hear the light darting trod just behind his shoulder and his smile turns well and truly vicious as his eyes light up in hell fire and gun fire and he hurts, he's fairly sure he took a bullet somewhere even past the high tech body armor. But Jack is there and there is a mission and let Hell or High Water come, they will not. die. here . He leaps off a short wall down a small drop into the latest bots thrown out of the active Ominium and thinks a short sharp prayer to God and all His Saints and charges forward with Jack right there with him.
