Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-30715799-20170303035307

Torki is shocked out of his daze. He looks at Dex and Tyran, they were ok and fighting, good. He crawled fast to the back of the ruined hab he was beside. His wounds were bad, but far from fatal. He made his way down a narrow ally until he found a hab with a semi-intact second floor. He got to the to a window on the second floor. There he quickly tied a small sling around his neck with the tatered rags he'd grabed earlier. Then he drew his plasma pistol.

Once Autumn was 15 metres away he emptied all but one shot at the men around him, pouring hot plasma onto 4 more men. He quickly ducked back and made his to the ally way. He peaked out to check for enamys before making his way twords Brerier. His chest was heavy and burning, his arm felt dead, adrenaline still at work. He moved twords Breriers position of cover, carfully avoiding fire.

"I need a gun, one less finicky than my pistol, unless you want to reload it for me.", he yelled to the officer from nearby cover, painfully moving his arm to show it was shot up, and jeeping an eye on the battle not far from him.

He also looked for a fallen wepon near by, incase he wasn't heard. And a place to post up with it should he need a ledge to lay it on.