[When one is small, lithe, and about as acrobatic as a spider monkey, one must tailor one's combat style to suit one's strengths.
The woman's shriek cuts through the smoke and dust; Hei must have reached her. Chekov changes course and runs blindly towards her, eyes watering and back protesting. Even if Hei has successfully incapacitated the woman, the airbender is bound to notice him.
The dense haze parts abruptly, sliced apart by Zaheer's powerful attack. As soon as he realizes that his cover has been compromised, Chekov falls into a low crouch, narrowly avoiding the tail end of the blast. He's running again before he can order his feet to move. The airbender is in plain sight! If he can get a clear shot--
A vortex of swirling wind whips up around Zaheer and pulls in his companions. Chekov only manages to fire his phaser twice before a wall of air knocks him back to the ground. The unnaturally bright discharge of nadion particles disappears into the cloud of dust and smoke that envelopes the scene and masks the enemy.
Near-silence, broken only by quiet murmurs and the crackle of dying flames, settles as the air clears. The airbender and his allies are gone. For a delirious moment, Chekov wonders how they managed to harness the power of a transporter, but no--that technology is far beyond even the brightest minds here. The Russian stands up again and looks for Hei, forcibly ignoring the crumpled bodies in his vicinity. Dressed and armed as he is, he can't afford to be seen, even if that means disregarding the injured and dying.
Hei is slumped against what was until recently a wall. The boy, still running on adrenaline and numb to any pain, darts over to the assassin. Subtle eye movements assure him that Hei isn't dead.
He drops to his knees next to him, keen on identifying any critical injuries.]
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Date: 2014-08-29 02:46 am (UTC)The woman's shriek cuts through the smoke and dust; Hei must have reached her. Chekov changes course and runs blindly towards her, eyes watering and back protesting. Even if Hei has successfully incapacitated the woman, the airbender is bound to notice him.
The dense haze parts abruptly, sliced apart by Zaheer's powerful attack. As soon as he realizes that his cover has been compromised, Chekov falls into a low crouch, narrowly avoiding the tail end of the blast. He's running again before he can order his feet to move. The airbender is in plain sight! If he can get a clear shot--
A vortex of swirling wind whips up around Zaheer and pulls in his companions. Chekov only manages to fire his phaser twice before a wall of air knocks him back to the ground. The unnaturally bright discharge of nadion particles disappears into the cloud of dust and smoke that envelopes the scene and masks the enemy.
Near-silence, broken only by quiet murmurs and the crackle of dying flames, settles as the air clears. The airbender and his allies are gone. For a delirious moment, Chekov wonders how they managed to harness the power of a transporter, but no--that technology is far beyond even the brightest minds here. The Russian stands up again and looks for Hei, forcibly ignoring the crumpled bodies in his vicinity. Dressed and armed as he is, he can't afford to be seen, even if that means disregarding the injured and dying.
Hei is slumped against what was until recently a wall. The boy, still running on adrenaline and numb to any pain, darts over to the assassin. Subtle eye movements assure him that Hei isn't dead.
He drops to his knees next to him, keen on identifying any critical injuries.]