[It irked him that Reyes could hold any claim to his own emotional state years ago when he had been festering on a single-minded war after he had lost everything. How dare he.]
Don't you even throw that in my face! Don't you dare!
[And with the map committed, he slammed down on their link, severing it without even knowing how it was done. Just happened.]
Soldier: 76 moved through the woods carefully and with a practiced ease of someone who had been hunting for most of their life. He avoided making a sound wherever possible as he closed on the distance, and his gaze fell on leaves that looked blackened and rotten. He reached out to touch one, rolling it between his fingers even as he was already moving on.
His back twinged as a reminder that he was going into this with a disadvantage, slow to heal thanks to Reyes' bullets. His pulse rifle was up and at the ready, but while he was angry, he was also scouting the area around where the map had ended. Reyes always liked getting the drop on people where possible, which forced him to look up as often as he was sweeping back and forth.
One foot in front of the other, his mind suddenly closed off as he concentrated every fiber of his being on what he was currently doing. Soldiers didn't have time for emotion sometimes, and this was one of them. He was coming here as a soldier, aware this contest would be likely devastating.
He lifted a finger from his rifle as he circled into the area, activating his tactical visor to search the area for life signs of significance but mostly the big old body that Reyes still had last time he had seen the man.]
Telepathic link .-> Prose
Don't you even throw that in my face! Don't you dare!
[And with the map committed, he slammed down on their link, severing it without even knowing how it was done. Just happened.]
Soldier: 76 moved through the woods carefully and with a practiced ease of someone who had been hunting for most of their life. He avoided making a sound wherever possible as he closed on the distance, and his gaze fell on leaves that looked blackened and rotten. He reached out to touch one, rolling it between his fingers even as he was already moving on.
His back twinged as a reminder that he was going into this with a disadvantage, slow to heal thanks to Reyes' bullets. His pulse rifle was up and at the ready, but while he was angry, he was also scouting the area around where the map had ended. Reyes always liked getting the drop on people where possible, which forced him to look up as often as he was sweeping back and forth.
One foot in front of the other, his mind suddenly closed off as he concentrated every fiber of his being on what he was currently doing. Soldiers didn't have time for emotion sometimes, and this was one of them. He was coming here as a soldier, aware this contest would be likely devastating.
He lifted a finger from his rifle as he circled into the area, activating his tactical visor to search the area for life signs of significance but mostly the big old body that Reyes still had last time he had seen the man.]