TO SHEPARD’S UTTER RELIEF , the medi-gel worked wonders, thickening over the bloodied wound and stopping the rapid flow of blood. the man was tough, shepard had to give him that. all things considered, his arsenal was archaic, to say the least. teshin’s armor covered only sections of his body, and it didn’t appear to have life-sustaining upgrades, like a basic air filtration system, kinetic barrier — there wasn’t even an opening for a visor…! could this soldier even see anything out of that bizarre helmet?!
not to mention, whoever these guys were, they had armed themselves to the teeth before springing their little trap, toting weapons featuring a dangerous combination of tungsten and polonium rounds. ammunition capable of killing a man in just one shot, regardless of where the bullet met its target.
shepard spared the man a fleeting glimpse, confused to note the visible grimace still pulling the corners of his mouth. then, recognition swept over him, and he cursed. ❝polonium rounds are toxic,❞ shepard explained, jaw clenching tightly as the strain of keeping up the barrier while under fire began to take its toll on him. ❝you’ll be feeling that for a while!❞
-- His hidden gaze watches with a vague sense of curiosity. Teshin has felt similar effects though only channeled through the Void itself, the Warframes, the Tenno. The difference most notable here was that it did not heal the wound. They can deal with it later, there are more pressing matters needing to be addressed. Pain can only be an afterthought in a battlefield. So, he moves, makes himself a smaller target behind their cover.
-- “Do not move, I am ending this.” There had been a moment where he wished to see the soldier’s prowess in a fight but no longer could he sit around and wait. The time had come and gone, they were going to die if they do nothing. Teshin draws a hand back behind his syandana and brings it forward again, two spheres held. A sideways toss sends them out of the barrier and rolling away. Five seconds tick by before anything happens. The small flash that follows gives way to two specters that are eerily close to an exact match of the Dax, and they seem to move on their own accord.
-- Without warning, he too is on the move. The mimics are more than capable of taking a few hits and fighting with the same violence of the old soldier himself, though, they were mere distractions. Teshin himself is the real threat here. In the same motion of drawing out one of his Nikanas a smoke screen lands at his feet.
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