β Iβm not complaining, but you show up at the strangest timesβ¦ β / ππππππππ ππππππππ | ππππ ππ π πππ π
It was still fresh from the kill, his trusted rifle shifted precariously through coarse digits before coming to rest upon his shoulder, clouds of smoke exuding copiously from the barrel that had already taken so many lives previously. β Typical humans... it's never just a thank you. You save their life and the first thing they do is question your timing, β the turian states with an acerbic hum in his voice, making his daunting presence increasingly obvious. While there may be no disservice on his part, that didn't mean he couldn't make his own enjoyment out of the situation, even if it meant at the fleshlings expense. He afforded them a brief glance before shifting back to the carcass lying motionless on the floor. Holstering his weaponry, a kick to the ribs helps resurface the fading essence of the Geth intruder, a foot instantly clamping down on its chest like a vice, refusing to relent. A pistol surfaces at the first signs of a fight, acting without thought, without remorse, planting a bullet square in the centre of its head. β Besides, I've always been one for the dramatic entrance. Always keep them guessing, you know? β One last kick sends the corpse tumbling against the wall, sighting @serpidor just inside his periphery.
