Well, that went as good as Faux had imagined; now with a converged swinging sword arm heading towards him!
Wei though, returns his gesture, intercepting the bladed arm of ribbons coming at him with his own equalizer shots, dispatching a few, and causing part of them to unravel into a more manageable lot.
Now having a speed boost from the increased cold, he manages to dodge the sword-like ribbon, using the left over momentum to slip between the rest of the unraveling bladed threads attack paths. But not quite enough...
The last one breezes past, slicing across the surface of his arm. A painful burning sensation immediately hits him, though quick observation shows only a minor rent. The pain dwarfing the injury, he also notes a strange golden hue to his immediate circuits, the same as the ribbon itself. No time for that!
'Keep the mirror from being locked down!'
Unable to hold the equalizer gun easily with his wounded arm, and with his crew mates still in danger upon the mirror trying to clear it, he decides its time for the big guns. Pulling off his baton, he summons his still damaged tank from within. Lining up and taking aim at where the ribbons are coming from above, the strands between, hoping to detach a few from the mirror altogether, and draw attention off of the others.
really hoping i didn't fudge this...
Wei though, returns his gesture, intercepting the bladed arm of ribbons coming at him with his own equalizer shots, dispatching a few, and causing part of them to unravel into a more manageable lot.
Now having a speed boost from the increased cold, he manages to dodge the sword-like ribbon, using the left over momentum to slip between the rest of the unraveling bladed threads attack paths. But not quite enough...
The last one breezes past, slicing across the surface of his arm. A painful burning sensation immediately hits him, though quick observation shows only a minor rent. The pain dwarfing the injury, he also notes a strange golden hue to his immediate circuits, the same as the ribbon itself. No time for that!
'Keep the mirror from being locked down!'
Unable to hold the equalizer gun easily with his wounded arm, and with his crew mates still in danger upon the mirror trying to clear it, he decides its time for the big guns. Pulling off his baton, he summons his still damaged tank from within. Lining up and taking aim at where the ribbons are coming from above, the strands between, hoping to detach a few from the mirror altogether, and draw attention off of the others.