Everyone was dying! Peter grumbled and he turned around and shot another of the Templar running towards him. "How many are there?! Peter yelled to Jerome, who was wrestling one to the ground.
"Only a few...more left!" Jerome yelled back, before pulling the Templar's own electrically charged nightstick and shocking him with it.
The wounded man Thomas had gone to save was being pulled away from the enclave by a Templar priest. Thomas' attempts to shoot the man with his tranqs had failed, and now he was out of darts. Tossing the weapon aside, Thomas ran towards them, charging across the frigid snow. The Templar would not get a single one of these people. They would not.
And then a bullet ripped it's way through Thomas' gut, spilling crimson across the snow.
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Date: 2010-02-23 10:54 am (UTC)From:"Only a few...more left!" Jerome yelled back, before pulling the Templar's own electrically charged nightstick and shocking him with it.
The wounded man Thomas had gone to save was being pulled away from the enclave by a Templar priest. Thomas' attempts to shoot the man with his tranqs had failed, and now he was out of darts. Tossing the weapon aside, Thomas ran towards them, charging across the frigid snow. The Templar would not get a single one of these people. They would not.
And then a bullet ripped it's way through Thomas' gut, spilling crimson across the snow.