Gherron Dragovalor
Space dad
Location: Hangar
Allies: Hopefully [member="Nefertari Sovint"]
Enemies: [member="Valashu Elahad"]
As the arrow flew toward Rylan, he had a split second to react before it touched him. Quickly as he could, he dodged out of its path, but failed to realize that the sleeve he had seen before on the shaft was in fact, an explosive. Lurching forward from the blast, he cradled himself and broke his fall with a quick roll, ending it by placing his left hand on the ground and his right pointed upward with his pistol in hand, looking for the man. As his vision cleared, his ears still rung from the blast, but he could see the emerald archer sprinting to the right to grab some cover. Feeling it was a good idea, he also took to cover, keeping his eye on the spot he'd last seen his opponent. "You're pretty good!", he called out, as he reloaded his weapon. Holstering it, he grabbed his secondary pistol, loading it with a flare round. This next shot, he hoped, would be enough to disorient the man, just as the explosion had done to him. Leaving cover for only a moment, he fired the round at the stacked crates where he had last seen the other, a bright flash of red engulfing the area. Shielding his eyes with his hood, he then sprinted over to the crates, taking the black pistol out once more, and leaping over them. "Gotcha!" He pointed the barrel down... at nothing. "What?" He'd been tricked. Cursing silently, he immediately moved to turn around, hoping he hadn't just screwed himself over and fallen into a simple trap.
Allies: Hopefully [member="Nefertari Sovint"]
Enemies: [member="Valashu Elahad"]
As the arrow flew toward Rylan, he had a split second to react before it touched him. Quickly as he could, he dodged out of its path, but failed to realize that the sleeve he had seen before on the shaft was in fact, an explosive. Lurching forward from the blast, he cradled himself and broke his fall with a quick roll, ending it by placing his left hand on the ground and his right pointed upward with his pistol in hand, looking for the man. As his vision cleared, his ears still rung from the blast, but he could see the emerald archer sprinting to the right to grab some cover. Feeling it was a good idea, he also took to cover, keeping his eye on the spot he'd last seen his opponent. "You're pretty good!", he called out, as he reloaded his weapon. Holstering it, he grabbed his secondary pistol, loading it with a flare round. This next shot, he hoped, would be enough to disorient the man, just as the explosion had done to him. Leaving cover for only a moment, he fired the round at the stacked crates where he had last seen the other, a bright flash of red engulfing the area. Shielding his eyes with his hood, he then sprinted over to the crates, taking the black pistol out once more, and leaping over them. "Gotcha!" He pointed the barrel down... at nothing. "What?" He'd been tricked. Cursing silently, he immediately moved to turn around, hoping he hadn't just screwed himself over and fallen into a simple trap.