Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150819063938/@comment-26388714-20150910032825

Baryos' eyes opened very slowly. His head throbbed, and he rubbed the side of his helmet, which had a large dent. He had no feeling but pain in his left leg, and it was bent at a few odd angles. Once Bitten lay a few feet away, its underbarrel grip destroyed and the scope mutilated by falling damage. His vision was still quite hazy as he surveyed the hallway. Several fires had appeared on the walls, panels had dispaced to reveal wires sparks and arcing electricity fizzled in the air.

For the first time in his life as a Guardian, the Warlock was clueless. He was lost in the boiling pain in his leg. He reached for his comms, to find that they were on the dented side of the helmet. He tried them. Once. Twice. Five times.

Not even so much as static.