06-11-2015, 06:11 PM
Dane eventually peeled himself from the shadows of what remained of the compound's wall. Ramirez could be running in any direction at this point, but Dane didn't bother to look for him. Damien's minions were suppose to surround the city. If Ramirez escaped, Dane was not to blame. Few of his 'guards' would fare so well.
Pops of gunfire were drawn away most heavily to his left by then, thus he went right. Ahead of him, four men ran down the dirt road, one of whom yelled into a handheld radio. Not for much longer. A wave of the hand and the dirt road erupted beneath their feet. Dane watched in awe the four bodies popped off the earth and flew chaotically in every which direction. He smiled as legs flailed and arms reached to brace impact. Howls of pain wracked from either side as he strolled down the path they once thought safe enough to traverse, and nimbly rounded the newly formed shell in the ground.
He was looking for more errant targets when the tiniest hint of power sparked behind him. Was Damien there already? He pivoted, but nobody was to be seen. He was inclined to think himself mistaken when power suddenly ratcheted into substance overhead. He gasped and dove aside as a boulder hurled through the space that his head once occupied. His own power fled faster than his legs could carry him away, and the sudden collapse of darkness blinded him of clear path. He ran between two buildings, heart pounding harder than he thought it could pound, but blasts kept coming. He covered the back of his neck with his hands like that would help, and shoved, shoulder-first into the first door he found. Locked tightly, it did not yield. He fumbled for power to be his battering ram, but it slipped through his grasp like oil dripping through his fingers. He ran onward, out of the alley and into the street beyond.
He had to find somewhere to hide.
Pops of gunfire were drawn away most heavily to his left by then, thus he went right. Ahead of him, four men ran down the dirt road, one of whom yelled into a handheld radio. Not for much longer. A wave of the hand and the dirt road erupted beneath their feet. Dane watched in awe the four bodies popped off the earth and flew chaotically in every which direction. He smiled as legs flailed and arms reached to brace impact. Howls of pain wracked from either side as he strolled down the path they once thought safe enough to traverse, and nimbly rounded the newly formed shell in the ground.
He was looking for more errant targets when the tiniest hint of power sparked behind him. Was Damien there already? He pivoted, but nobody was to be seen. He was inclined to think himself mistaken when power suddenly ratcheted into substance overhead. He gasped and dove aside as a boulder hurled through the space that his head once occupied. His own power fled faster than his legs could carry him away, and the sudden collapse of darkness blinded him of clear path. He ran between two buildings, heart pounding harder than he thought it could pound, but blasts kept coming. He covered the back of his neck with his hands like that would help, and shoved, shoulder-first into the first door he found. Locked tightly, it did not yield. He fumbled for power to be his battering ram, but it slipped through his grasp like oil dripping through his fingers. He ran onward, out of the alley and into the street beyond.
He had to find somewhere to hide.