"Target hostile, agents down inside the elevator. Someone below call the elevator NOW, take them out of here."
With the finger on the trigger, Amadou was ready to fire, and he does so while moving back towards an intersection to nullify the creature's ramming ability.
Once around the corner, if there is enough distance to bowl a grenade without blasting the elevator he'll do it.
"Roger that." The Security radio'd back, they must've pressed the call button as the Elevator begin to close by the time you dive for the corner, your little Goblin member right behind you.
You squeezed out several rounds at 621, and while there were some hits raking it's body, it doesn't appear to flinch. You think you're seeing a bit of black.. smokey ooze coming out of it when you peek out to bowl a frag grenade down it's path.
Reserti attempts to roll the others off him and loose an arrow from his quiver as quickly as possible at the creature.
After choosing to not roll your injured teammates off of you, you tried reaching for another arrow to nock to your bow.
This is when you realize that, hey. Maybe your arm shouldn't be bending that way.. In fact, you don't ever recall your arm bending like that at all, it's quite fascinating in a morbid sense.
Reserti failed his Con in the most hilarious way and is now high on Adrenaline and natural Morphine. Is this real life?---
The Elevator's door closes just in time as the Fragment grenade blows up, showering the hallway and 621 with the many, many pieces of shrapnel that tears through it's fleshy skin effortlessly.
Once Amadou or your residential Gobbos peek over to see if it's dead yet, you'll see it still standing, though something is very clearly wrong. It's skins are all shredded, it's face cracked like pottery with pieces having fallen off or smashed in by shrapnel, that black, smokey thing flowly freely all around now. Then it's 'face' fell off, revealing another face within the swirling, writhing madness that is it's insides. Which appears to consist of.. some sort of live smokey shadow, it's freaky as shit.
With it's fleshy skin host falling apart around it, 621 let out an ear-piercing wail. The light bulbs save for the flashing, durable red alarm lights exploded.
Ḓ̗̱͎a̰̟̰r̘̪̖͚͠ḵ̮̳n̻̰͉͉̳̱e̹̠͇s̥s̹͇͔ ͖̗̜c͉̩̼̫͉̤ͅo͚͔̪͎͉ͅm̶͚͉̝͙̗e̜͖s̨̤̳̮̲͔̭̲Realizing that you're fighting a Terror enemy, you've been briefed about such things before. It's the kind of things that gets people killed and damage properties, but only the best of briefings could've prepared you for something like this.
Amadou is now slightly shaken, all rolls receives a -1
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