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Brahl continued down the center of the canyon in which he had found himself, eyes carefully sweeping the tops of the looming rocky formations to his east and west. Skittering shadow figures could be seen looking down at him, tracking his progress every so often; only to disappear moments later. Apprehension knotted into a coil in his chest as he processed these creatures strange behavior.. Infected didn't stalk. Did they? Reaching over his shoulder, Brahl pressed the latch release for his weapon holster. With a hiss and a snap, his hunter armor relinquished the binds that held his weapon in place. Well, no matter what was stalking him, if it made one false move; it wouldn't be moving anymore. With a fluid motion, the Deetrit brought the JRIGL into his hands. He firmly wrapped his left hand around the traction grip and hovered his right index finger over the trigger, jamming the stock into the crook of his arm. A tiny click was barely audible as Brahl primed his tool for close range fire. The barrel immediately began to heat up, glowing red-hot as the firing chamber filled with hot slag.
The Deetrit heaved a contented sigh. Nothing made him feel more at ease than when he had a loaded gun in his hands, ready to do his bidding. Around him, the canyon had begun to narrow off a bit, leading towards an intersecting pathway. According to his tracker, his team was a ways down the branching narrow pathway that led to the right. He patched into his wrist comm, delivering an update.
"Brahl to commader Corbin. I'm nearing the choke-hold and am itching to blast some infected back to hell. I'll be at your location shortly, and we can get this party started."
The Deetrit heaved a contented sigh. Nothing made him feel more at ease than when he had a loaded gun in his hands, ready to do his bidding. Around him, the canyon had begun to narrow off a bit, leading towards an intersecting pathway. According to his tracker, his team was a ways down the branching narrow pathway that led to the right. He patched into his wrist comm, delivering an update.
"Brahl to commader Corbin. I'm nearing the choke-hold and am itching to blast some infected back to hell. I'll be at your location shortly, and we can get this party started."
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