Two of the rebels up ahead are playing a bullet-laced game of cat and mouse with the arriving Combine reinforcements, darting in and out of cars and rubble. And there's plenty of rubble, thanks to X's efforts- storefronts may be designed to take the impact of an oncoming car, but they're rarely reinforced against damage from within. The dust from the explosion is clinging, harsh stuff that'll linger in the hair and lungs for days.
Doubtless Annabelle will be thrilled to notice that the dead Combine soldiers are carrying grendes- cannister-shaped affairs rather than the pineapple sort, but recognizable nonetheless. Pulling the pin on one causes the end to light up, perhaps some sort of concession to individual safety. There's a grenade or two on each dead soldier, and one Combine out of any given four or five has shotgun ammunition. The rest are armed with submachine guns, and carry the appropriate ammunition for same. A few of them even still have viable armor, thanks to death by-
We don't suggest examining the headshotted Combine too closely. What was under the mask bears very little resemblance to the structure of the human head as most know it. Most heads don't have nearly that much cyberware, and are stuffed with a lot more gray matter.
On X's side of things, there's a growling sound- engines, at ground level. An armored black vehicle with no apparent windows or doors, only a massive gun turret in the front, is bearing down on the rebels' position at speed.
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Date: 2008-09-09 07:55 pm (UTC)Doubtless Annabelle will be thrilled to notice that the dead Combine soldiers are carrying grendes- cannister-shaped affairs rather than the pineapple sort, but recognizable nonetheless. Pulling the pin on one causes the end to light up, perhaps some sort of concession to individual safety. There's a grenade or two on each dead soldier, and one Combine out of any given four or five has shotgun ammunition. The rest are armed with submachine guns, and carry the appropriate ammunition for same. A few of them even still have viable armor, thanks to death by-
We don't suggest examining the headshotted Combine too closely. What was under the mask bears very little resemblance to the structure of the human head as most know it. Most heads don't have nearly that much cyberware, and are stuffed with a lot more gray matter.
On X's side of things, there's a growling sound- engines, at ground level. An armored black vehicle with no apparent windows or doors, only a massive gun turret in the front, is bearing down on the rebels' position at speed.