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Torrack Torrackstur
Forjund Australis
Five seconds. That was how long it took everything to go belly up. Venku didn't know weather to be surpised it happened so quickly or annoyed that it happened at all.
One second. The vorskr charged towards then, their long legs eating up the distance. Bellow him, the human made their way to the top of an old farm house, leaving the gamorean warrior exposed bellow. Slinging his riffle onto his back, Venku's clawed feet dug into the wood of the tree as he adjusted positions.
Two seconds. The creatures were almost on top of them. Clots of dirt flew through the air, kicked up by their huge paws. HE could hear them speaking, a mix of growls and yips. They were mad, it was written all over their body language. They wouldn't stop. That was plain to see.
Three seconds. Torrack stood directly in their path, raining down fire as they came. He wouldn't drop them, not alone. Venku had to do something. He was doing something. His arms, freed from the gun and the tree shot forward, leaving him hanging by his feet alone. Expertly, he spun his weight so that he was hanging upside down, claws digging into the wood of the branch.
Four seconds. Above him, the distance closed between the vornskr and their prey. He wouldn't let them have him. With a wrench of his arms and a tug on the force, Torrack began to fall towards the tree. He knew logically, that the gamorean was really flying up, but hanging like this, it was easier to focus when thinking of gravity as inverted.
Five seconds. Teeth snapped at the air, barely missing armored heals. The beasts growled and barked at their fleeing prey. They would not have him. The armored body of the gamorean landed heavily on a thick branch, leaving him fifteen feet off the ground and forty feet above Venku. Blood pounded in Venku's ears, due in no part to the position he held. That had been too close.
Still hanging upside down, Venku sent out a baster shot for the eye of a smaller vornskr. It fell with a yelp, pinning another of its pack beneath it. That one wasn't long to follow, a similar shot to the eye. Naturally golden eyes flicked beneath the helm, locking onto his prey with the intensity of a born hunter.
Five seconds. That was how long it took everything to go belly up. Venku didn't know weather to be surpised it happened so quickly or annoyed that it happened at all.
One second. The vorskr charged towards then, their long legs eating up the distance. Bellow him, the human made their way to the top of an old farm house, leaving the gamorean warrior exposed bellow. Slinging his riffle onto his back, Venku's clawed feet dug into the wood of the tree as he adjusted positions.
Two seconds. The creatures were almost on top of them. Clots of dirt flew through the air, kicked up by their huge paws. HE could hear them speaking, a mix of growls and yips. They were mad, it was written all over their body language. They wouldn't stop. That was plain to see.
Three seconds. Torrack stood directly in their path, raining down fire as they came. He wouldn't drop them, not alone. Venku had to do something. He was doing something. His arms, freed from the gun and the tree shot forward, leaving him hanging by his feet alone. Expertly, he spun his weight so that he was hanging upside down, claws digging into the wood of the branch.
Four seconds. Above him, the distance closed between the vornskr and their prey. He wouldn't let them have him. With a wrench of his arms and a tug on the force, Torrack began to fall towards the tree. He knew logically, that the gamorean was really flying up, but hanging like this, it was easier to focus when thinking of gravity as inverted.
Five seconds. Teeth snapped at the air, barely missing armored heals. The beasts growled and barked at their fleeing prey. They would not have him. The armored body of the gamorean landed heavily on a thick branch, leaving him fifteen feet off the ground and forty feet above Venku. Blood pounded in Venku's ears, due in no part to the position he held. That had been too close.
Still hanging upside down, Venku sent out a baster shot for the eye of a smaller vornskr. It fell with a yelp, pinning another of its pack beneath it. That one wasn't long to follow, a similar shot to the eye. Naturally golden eyes flicked beneath the helm, locking onto his prey with the intensity of a born hunter.