#efraeya

"It’s showtime!!” Jules cackled madly, leaping from the back of the truck with more grace than a man his size should possess. A moment later he realized he’d made exactly the right choice when the grenade someone had mentioned turned out to have landed in that very truck, turning the vehicle into a blazing husk of metal in one fiery explosion. It was a goddamn good thing the heavy wore his armor as he did or the blast and debris from it would have ripped him to bits, but all it did in this case was knock him to the ground and send his gun crashing away. His helmet as well, that rolled away to become utterly useless to him. In the dizziness that followed Jules was vaguely aware of the sound of gunfire and shouting, and tried to will himself to get back to his feet. People were getting shot up, and dammit he wanted to shoost things too! With a groan he rolled onto his back to sit up, freezing when he found himself staring up into green eyes. He knew that face well now, they all did, and under the threat of the gun Ash pointed at him he gave a cheeky grin and held his hands up in a “don’t shoot” gesture. Only then did he see it was a flare gun she was holding him up with and cocked an eyebrow.

“That work?”

“You wouldn’t believe how well. Sorcha,” She called, motioning for her companion to join her.