[ To his credit, he doesn’t ask what a “garage” is, nor does he ask what the strange vehicle is. Ian simply falls in-step behind Owen, Blue taking up the rear for now. They don’t make it very far out of the ruined garage when the raptor stops to give a warning growl. It’s too little too late, however, and a flashlight beam suddenly flickers to life, shining right in their faces.
“Who the fuck are you?” The man behind the flashlight asks, presumably of Owen, considering Ian and Blue are still mostly obscured behind him. The pirate, however, has decided he’s had enough of this run-and-hide crap, so he draws his pistol (he trusts it more than the weapon Owen gave him), pokes his head around Owen’s side, and fires. The man with the flashlight drops with a startled cry, and Ian has about point-two seconds to feel smugly satisfied before realizing that man was not alone- he had a buddy. A buddy who is bringing his assault rifle to bear.
Ian grabs Owen by the collar and yanks him to the ground, just in time to catch a spray of ammunition himself, right in the chest. He drops to one knee, wheezing, gasping. Gods damn it, he almost wonders if getting fatally wounded hurts worse now. Leave it to the god of death to be cruel in his kindness. Ian can hear the InGen worker swearing to himself, realizing he just pumped their newest “asset” full of lead, and the Raptori tenses and springs forward with all the speed he possesses.
He sweeps around the man, who tries to turn to track him, but he’s too fast. Ian gives a sudden, violent sweep of his tail, catching the man in the belly and sending him careening into a nearby tree. He crumples and does not rise.
That done, Ian drops to a knee again, pressing a hand to his chest. ] Gods, I hate getting shot.
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“Who the fuck are you?” The man behind the flashlight asks, presumably of Owen, considering Ian and Blue are still mostly obscured behind him. The pirate, however, has decided he’s had enough of this run-and-hide crap, so he draws his pistol (he trusts it more than the weapon Owen gave him), pokes his head around Owen’s side, and fires. The man with the flashlight drops with a startled cry, and Ian has about point-two seconds to feel smugly satisfied before realizing that man was not alone- he had a buddy. A buddy who is bringing his assault rifle to bear.
Ian grabs Owen by the collar and yanks him to the ground, just in time to catch a spray of ammunition himself, right in the chest. He drops to one knee, wheezing, gasping. Gods damn it, he almost wonders if getting fatally wounded hurts worse now. Leave it to the god of death to be cruel in his kindness. Ian can hear the InGen worker swearing to himself, realizing he just pumped their newest “asset” full of lead, and the Raptori tenses and springs forward with all the speed he possesses.
He sweeps around the man, who tries to turn to track him, but he’s too fast. Ian gives a sudden, violent sweep of his tail, catching the man in the belly and sending him careening into a nearby tree. He crumples and does not rise.
That done, Ian drops to a knee again, pressing a hand to his chest. ] Gods, I hate getting shot.