[ It's a little like tackling a concrete post. The soldier lands heavy, flesh shoulder slamming against corrugated metal floor as the weapon goes off, but his heartbeat doesn't falter. One danger registers as another passes. Leather scrapes swift as he rolls to his feet without missing a beat, and beneath that sound, a crunch of metal, the high-pitched song of electricity ramping up, of motors whirring to life.
The sound of metal hand lifting to catch Matt by the throat.
Not to crush — he may not be listening to a single word coming out of Matt's mouth, but he knows human from robo-zombie. The aim is to catch and lift, to hold while he searches to catch the eye of his recently-near crewmate, for direction.
only if you'll forgive my slowness .-. ...and also this tag
The sound of metal hand lifting to catch Matt by the throat.
Not to crush — he may not be listening to a single word coming out of Matt's mouth, but he knows human from robo-zombie. The aim is to catch and lift, to hold while he searches to catch the eye of his recently-near crewmate, for direction.
Ally or enemy? ]