Right. No problem. [His attention flicks back down, suddenly wilted by a few, noticeable degrees in spite of that approving emote. Taking point isn't overtly horrifying when you've got a death machine beating just behind your back like a buffer against a nest of angry, angry bandits, but it isn't exactly easy, either. So fine, sure. One terrifying potential death versus the idea of playing hero/badass/Jack the fearless and Rhys finds more than enough will to press ahead, skittering down the rocky slope towards the back of a newly refreshed patrol.
Steel doors have been secured under the blare of an alarm, but it's only one of a few direct barricades that the Hyperion employee spots as a problem; particularly when the first bandit's easy to knock upside the head with the crackling edge of his baton.The second doesn't go down as gracefully (bad luck maybe, or more likely the way Rhys manages to panic at a wide spattering of gunshot being directed towards him) a few seconds into the fray and he winds up in a forced, uneven game of tug of war with the handle of his own weapon.
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Steel doors have been secured under the blare of an alarm, but it's only one of a few direct barricades that the Hyperion employee spots as a problem; particularly when the first bandit's easy to knock upside the head with the crackling edge of his baton.The second doesn't go down as gracefully (bad luck maybe, or more likely the way Rhys manages to panic at a wide spattering of gunshot being directed towards him) a few seconds into the fray and he winds up in a forced, uneven game of tug of war with the handle of his own weapon.
So much for competence.]