The prone soldier wasn’t about to sheath his dagger, despite the fact that the Mycabri disappeared. No, it could come back at any moment, and the human didn’t feel like getting caught unarmed again. He also didn’t dare move, dare make a sound, in case the blasted native heard him. No, he would just wait for the smoke to clea…
The grenade bounced lightly off the wall and rolled to a stop with a soft clink against the prone CMC trooper’s armor. He barely had time to register what it was when it exploded.
Shrapnel – hot, high velocity shrapnel – flew in every direction. The prone CMC soldier was torn into, perforated. He died instantly. The three remaining troopers, having some cover due to the hallway’s crossway, managed to get out of the way of most of the fragments. All three were hurt, their armor probably the only thing that saved them from instant death.
Mont never realized he was still within the burst radius of the deadly fragmentation grenade. He swore as burning metal tore through his armor, penetrating his flesh.
Dhran was moving off to the side of the doorway, already inside the apartment, when the grenade went off. Most of the fragments buried themselves into the door and doorframe, but more than a few sliced deep into Dhran, causing him to stagger slightly.
The three seriously injured soldiers retreated into the emergency stairwell, two of them dragging their deceased brethren. Dhran could hear this, despite the ringing in his ears, and he could also – easily – hear the metal jingle of spurs, approaching from down the hall. Well, it worked for Mont, he thought to himself as he removed his fragmentation grenade from his combat webbing, maybe I’ll get lucky too. He pulled the pin and tossed it toward the sound of the advancing Commerce Alliance agents – the Regulators. Smartly, Dhran also closed the door after throwing the explosive device.
The grenade bounced lightly off the wall and rolled to a stop with a soft clink against the prone CMC trooper’s armor. He barely had time to register what it was when it exploded.
Shrapnel – hot, high velocity shrapnel – flew in every direction. The prone CMC soldier was torn into, perforated. He died instantly. The three remaining troopers, having some cover due to the hallway’s crossway, managed to get out of the way of most of the fragments. All three were hurt, their armor probably the only thing that saved them from instant death.
Mont never realized he was still within the burst radius of the deadly fragmentation grenade. He swore as burning metal tore through his armor, penetrating his flesh.
Dhran was moving off to the side of the doorway, already inside the apartment, when the grenade went off. Most of the fragments buried themselves into the door and doorframe, but more than a few sliced deep into Dhran, causing him to stagger slightly.
The three seriously injured soldiers retreated into the emergency stairwell, two of them dragging their deceased brethren. Dhran could hear this, despite the ringing in his ears, and he could also – easily – hear the metal jingle of spurs, approaching from down the hall. Well, it worked for Mont, he thought to himself as he removed his fragmentation grenade from his combat webbing, maybe I’ll get lucky too. He pulled the pin and tossed it toward the sound of the advancing Commerce Alliance agents – the Regulators. Smartly, Dhran also closed the door after throwing the explosive device.