Post by Neo Calrissian on Mar 12, 2013 15:25:42 GMT -5
Filefinder strained, managing to burst the constraints of the net binding his legs. He cried out in pain, however, as he felt the armor on his shins crack and splinter from the sheer force of breaking the steel mesh. Half limping, half hopping and swapping from leg to leg, he took advantage of Hammer Crash's confusion and dove behind a market stall. Swinging over the impromptu cover and acknowledging his opponent's new position, he ducked backed below the stall, gripping his pistol like a crucifix. Manipulating the speakers in his throat, he called out, throwing his voice to the other side of the square. "Can't we figure this out like gentlebots? Who sent you?"