One of the Asura sprints to the large control terminal unit. Only seconds would be left to stop him.
Dexious is the closest, and attempts to make a dash for them.
Not enough time.
Logan unslings the weapon from his back, rams a red-marked magazine in, and with a metallic crack, pulls the lever on the side to ready the weapon.
"Dex!! Get back!!" he shouts, flips down the blast shield of his helmet on his face, and lifts the launcher to his shoulder.
Even in the severely limited field of view behind the iron mask he can see Dexious' signature wild blue hair dive off to the right side.
Good.
Logan pulls the trigger, and with a resounding boom and a mighty kick on his shoulder, the weapon launches the grenade.
Logan gets shrouded in the cloud of the black powder from the weapon's discharge, but the blazing orange flash and explosion are unmistakeable even through the haze.
The scream of the panicked Asura diving away and the audible sparks of the console do their part to confirm the hit.
Logan stifles a cough as he gets up and takes a step back from the lingering powder cloud, flipping the blast shield of his mask up to peer at Dexious, who is getting back on his feet, seemingly unharmed.
The others of Cleave warband either busy themselves with clearing out the rest of the by now panickedly fleeing Asura, or staring at the blazing conflagration that used to be the control terminal.
Wurrog looks at the flames, the heat radiating all the way to him. Then at Logan.
"Damn, Fiercefire, now I know where you got that name from, grahahar!"
He lifts a thumb at Logan, in his signature 'Good job' gesture.
Logan flashes a confident grin, and winks.
"Easy."
He kneels back down and conceals his shaky hands by busying them with unloading the red-marked magazine from the launcher to secure it.
None of Cleave knows that this was a one-in-ten launch that actually goes well.
Good thing they never bothered to ask Logan where he got his burn scars from.
Again, taken straight from a Roleplay situation, Logan tagging along for a mission with Cleave Warband, after he came across them and accidentally rained on their party mid-mission.
He is trying his best to help out after making their lives harder.
Another wonderful piece done by
pauline of one of my Guild Wars 2 characters - this time my thief-turned-weaponsmith, Logan!
Dexious is the closest, and attempts to make a dash for them.
Not enough time.
Logan unslings the weapon from his back, rams a red-marked magazine in, and with a metallic crack, pulls the lever on the side to ready the weapon.
"Dex!! Get back!!" he shouts, flips down the blast shield of his helmet on his face, and lifts the launcher to his shoulder.
Even in the severely limited field of view behind the iron mask he can see Dexious' signature wild blue hair dive off to the right side.
Good.
Logan pulls the trigger, and with a resounding boom and a mighty kick on his shoulder, the weapon launches the grenade.
Logan gets shrouded in the cloud of the black powder from the weapon's discharge, but the blazing orange flash and explosion are unmistakeable even through the haze.
The scream of the panicked Asura diving away and the audible sparks of the console do their part to confirm the hit.
Logan stifles a cough as he gets up and takes a step back from the lingering powder cloud, flipping the blast shield of his mask up to peer at Dexious, who is getting back on his feet, seemingly unharmed.
The others of Cleave warband either busy themselves with clearing out the rest of the by now panickedly fleeing Asura, or staring at the blazing conflagration that used to be the control terminal.
Wurrog looks at the flames, the heat radiating all the way to him. Then at Logan.
"Damn, Fiercefire, now I know where you got that name from, grahahar!"
He lifts a thumb at Logan, in his signature 'Good job' gesture.
Logan flashes a confident grin, and winks.
"Easy."
He kneels back down and conceals his shaky hands by busying them with unloading the red-marked magazine from the launcher to secure it.
None of Cleave knows that this was a one-in-ten launch that actually goes well.
Good thing they never bothered to ask Logan where he got his burn scars from.
Again, taken straight from a Roleplay situation, Logan tagging along for a mission with Cleave Warband, after he came across them and accidentally rained on their party mid-mission.
He is trying his best to help out after making their lives harder.
Another wonderful piece done by
pauline of one of my Guild Wars 2 characters - this time my thief-turned-weaponsmith, Logan!
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