"Come on, come on, come on, send something already." Vayne muttered to himself as he heard the commotion from outside headed this way. He'd sent word back to the audron that he was being attacked, and he'd expected at least some sort of word back to his position. Instead, he got omnitool silence, and silence was never a good thing when you had enemy forces barreling in towards you screaming like a maniac.
"Could the bastard be any louder?" he asked aloud, chuckling nervously as he tried to keep himself calm. His hearts were pumping, and he squeezed the grip of his carnifex tightly as he had his omnitool enter its omnibow form. If he wasn't going to get any word back from his "crew", he might as well put the thing to better use. Kellan for his part was doing a great job cowering in the corner under the cash register, where vayne guessed it was a more armored spot then where he was currently kneeling behind. It didn't matter much anyway, vayne's hump and head still would be sticking up over the counter, and out here he had room to duck to the ground, if need be.
As he heard the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, he could tell by the sound alone it was the krogan coming. He braced himself, expecting him to come in barreling from the front door he'd entered from.
Ezha however wasn't exactly thinking, or seeing, clearly, and so ended up slightly baffled when he aimed for the door and instead crashed through something solid, the sound of cracking glass and denting metal and some pieces of safety glass coming off of his body as he stumbled forward, having charged directly through the window and kept going, hitting an isle of food and knocking it over.
Vayne blinked in surprise before he took his opportunity, taking aim for ezha as he brought himself up with a yell of anger, "Who the **** put this ****** glass here!?!" At that moment, vayne took the opportunity to fire his concussive omnibow aimed for the other krogans face, hitting him in the head plate as he stumbled back, arms moving up to block his unprotected area. "My ****** eyes!!!!" he said as he shock his head back and forth violently, getting really pissed off at his prey.
Vayne didn't waste time as he hoisted himself over the counter once more, wincing a bit as he landed on his still bad ankle. He ran forward none the less though, knowing now there was one way out and that it was being blocked by a recently disoriented krogan. As he ran forward at full speed, he took a few shots with his carnifex at ezha, each hit draining down the other krogans shields, and unfortunately letting him know vayne was somewhere in front of him.
"You think these rounds hurt me *******? Think ****** AGAIN!!!" Ezha thrust out his arms, firing both shotguns at once in front of him as hot steam shot out of both shotguns. The blasts were powerful, shredding the stores display case like tissue paper while sparks crackled from the extra electricity in them. However, thanks to the blanket of white hot steam, ezha didn't see vayne drop down beneath his outstretched arms, until vayne's hump rammed into ezha's midsection like a freight-train, and kept going. Both krogan flew out of the stores door, vayne on top of the younger krogan as he brought his carnifex down on the krogans head, aiming a well placed blow right on ezha's red eye. Vayne took in his opponent in greater detail, and noticed the discolored veins almost immediately.
'Thresher's bite. Perfect.' the older krogan thought as a wicked smile formed on his lips. Threshers bite was a powerful steroid that could just as easily kill a person as make them nearly invincible, one of the first and only drugs every made by krogan, for krogan, with the main goal of making them as strong as they were during a blood rage, all the time. The only problem with running your redundant and primary systems at once, was that it made your blood unable to properly clot, along with the manic insanity, which meant when vayne reached down to his thigh and unsheathed his krogan dagger, rearing his arm back to stab ezha right in the neck, he'd practically won the fight.
Ezha had recovered from the eye crushing blow, and seeing vayne pull his dagger, snarled as he got very, very, angry.
"**** you old man...you aren't killing me with that toothpick of yours...**** no, you hear me!? **** NO!!!" Ezha's body pushed beyond the breaking point as he dropped one of his shotguns, his arm thrusting up to catch vaynes arm as his grip started to make the metal reinforced ceramic on vayne's arm groan under strain. "YOU AREN'T GONNA ****** KILL ME MAN!!! **** YOU **** YOU **** YOU!!!!" as he yelled and shouted and thrashed about, ezha's eyes dilated until they were just two black spheres in his head. He'd entered his blood rage, and was acting almost exclusively on blind instinct and a survival drive to kill all threats around him with any means.
Vayne gritted his teeth as pain began to build in his arm, looking down at the krogan before he brought his pistol up to shoot him instead. Ezha dropped his other shotgun as he grabbed vaynes other hand, now gripping both arms together with the force like being crushed by a fully equipped mako tank. At this point, Ezha's own armor was beginning to strain from his muscles as he started pushing vayne upwards, vayne having to work hard not to scream as ezha's screams of rage ehcoed down the empty street corridor, as the bloodpack vorchas cautiously held their distance back. Without warning, ezha released his full power, and with a swing backwards, managed to send vayne head over heels in a flip, and bringing him crashing down on his back. Ezha rose to his feet as vayne scrambled to roll over, reaching out with his hands for the first weapon that came into view.
Ezha let out a massive roar of fury and anger as he turned around, half of his entire neck and face covered in pulsating green vaynes as his blood flooded like a mighty river, his brains soaking in chemicals and was pretty much a rapid and primal beast at that point. Thresher's bite had done what it was most infamous for, and turned the krogan into an even more dangerous berserker, a blood rage while still perfectly fine and healthy. It would have been a problem, say for the fact that ezha had forgetten about the weapons he'd dropped when wrestling vayne, the ones he hadn't bothered to pick up.
Vayne aimed the shotgun and fired, surprised by the sheer force of the kick managing to snap at his wrist and making him wince as the steam shot out around him. "By the ancestors..." he muttered to himself as he saw its handiwork play out in front of him. Ezha, for all his bravado and drug induced madness, wasn't bullet proof, and as the phasic rounds tore through what little shields he had left, they also tore through a large chuck of his neck like it was nothing at all. Ezha let out a shouting gurgle, as the new hole began to gush its green tainted orange blood like a geyser, nothing to stop the massive blood pressure from his two hearts from spilling out all at once. He stumbled back wide eyed as he fell to one knee, and vayne got up off the ground as he reached out for his pistol and dagger, clutching both in the same clawed hand, shotgun in the other, as he got back on his own two feet.
Vayne aimed the shotgun at the kneeling ezha, ready to finish him off when he heard shouting behind him, realizing the vorcha who had been on standby had decided now was a good time to start using their weapons once more. "What the hell do you vermin even want!?" Vayne yelled in anger, before he did the only thing he could against these odds.
He charged ahead, back towards the way he came, through the vorchas, in order to get to the one thing he knew he needed right now. Vayne aimed his newly aquired weapon at one of the first vorchas coming up, and with one blast and a loud hiss of steam, the vorcha was left with a torso split in two, vayne's whole arm flying upwards and outwards from the shot, threatening to send him off balance. Next came the one on the left, which vayne shot in the leg with his carnifex pistol, after missing the other two shots. He kept running, his shields dropping rapidly as the vorchas continued their assault with their smg's and luckily missing with the pistols. As vayne continued his charge, one vorcha came closer to him, slashing at him with his claws as vayne batted him aside, sending him flying while the claws managed to cut into his forearms armor. There was one vorcha left up ahead, looking already battered and bruised as he held his pistol in one hand.
Grex stood him ground, waiting as the krogan began to get closer and closer, before he took his single powerful shot, managing to catch vayne in the torso as he stumbled forward, his shields already gone and the round passing into his organs. He dropped to one knee, but with a look up at the vorcha as he ejected his clip, and growled. "You pests...should learn to get out the ****** way!" he yelled as he thrust his arm out, his flamer activating as it coated the vorcha in molten material and fuel.
Grex dropped the pistol, screaming in agony as the fire started to consume him, and quickly scrambled away from vayne and began flopping on the ground in a desperate attempt to extinguish himself. Vayne hoisted himself up hard, his leg killing him, his shoulder still recovering from a previous fight, both wrists aching, and now with a bleeding wound to his abdomen. He ran forward as fast as he could, still hearing shots going off from behind him as well as some raspy shouting. He knew he couldn't stop, or the other vorchas would track him down and finish him off. "Keep moving vayne...keep moving...your granddad kept moving when the rachni were coming...if that old kavadar can do it...so can you!" he said to himself through gritted teeth, fighting off the urge to pass into a blood rage and let his redundant systems do the rest. He didn't want to lose control, he wanted to live. As he kept moving, he finally saw what he'd been working so hard to reach, skycabs sitting in a row, ready to fly him out of there.
As he moved towards it though, he heard something behind him, a heavy thumping, rhythmic, and growing louder. Vayne looked behind him, turning with his right to aim with his pistol as something crashed hard into him and sent him off his feet, crashing into a skycab as it compacted the glass easily. Vayne was now laying in the car on his side, his right arm inside the cabs interior as he dropped his pistol to the cars floor. He turned his head, vision swaying as he looked at something truely chilling. Ezha stood, blood covering his black armor as he loomed over vayne, he was breathing like a billow, a rasping sound as each breath send a gush of blood from his neck. His face was stretched, mouth bared in a full snarl as all his teeth glistened orange with blood. Ezha's eyes burned with pure fury, and clutched in his left hand, was one of his shortened shotguns.
"Yuu...mathah...phackga..." Ezha chocked out with a gurggling voice, taking a lumpering and heavy step forward. "Geet...Phacked!!!" he said as he lifted his gun to fire at vayne. Vayne lifted his own weapon, one of ezha's own shotguns, and aimed with his left arm, both of them trained on one another as he worked hard to aim at one another. There was a moment of pause as the two krogan held steady, both shotguns swaying slightly as each struggled with their own problems.
There were two thunderous booms, and two hisses of steam, at the same time.
Ezha fell on his back, one eye wide with shock, mouth hanging open in a look of surprise, as the other side of his face below his headplate to his lower jaw now sported a massive new hole in it, barely bleeding out from how much had come from the hole in his neck. As the krogan lay dead, vayne pulled himself with a groan of pain, falling into the hold in the skycab as he lay sprawled on the front seats. With a lot of effort, vayne pulled his legs through, letting out a gasp as his body righted itself in the seat, orange blood now starting to leak out from his hump, as it too sported a new hole. His redundant systems fluids leaked with his own blood, and vayne let out a massive scream as he hit the starter button as hard as he could on the cab, the systems booting up as he yanked the controls hard. The cab slammed into the guard rail, dragging as it hurled upwards and jerkily tumbled through the air and away from the warscene. The two vorcha's left alive ran forward, stopping when they came across ezha's head body. They looked to each other nervously, before one of them spoke up.
"Get Big Boss on line. Needs to know his nephew dead."
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Vayne couldn't see straight, he could barely keep his claws on the controls for the cab, and he wasn't sure how fast he was going as he tried to navigate his way towards where he'd remembered the audron being parked. He was losing blood fast, and unless he found a way to plug the hole in his hump, he'd pass out, and his blood rage may end up very well killing him through blood loss. He didn't know when he started talking, and when he stopped talking, telling himself to keep going, but he couldn't hear himself talk anymore.
As he came near the docks, vayne set the skycab down towards the general direction of down, and was caught off guard when the entire skycab began spinning out of control after punching him in the gut. He'd crashed it at an angle, and the skycab, much to the horror of most in the docks, sailed towards them like an out of control skipping stone, tumbling a bit as he skidded to a halt, slamming hard against a railing as it cracked the clear glass.
There was an eerie silence for a few seconds, before the sound like a cannon went off, and the crumpled in door for the skycab now sported a new hole in it, white steam leaking from it. There was a loud crash and bang, and the cab door flew open, vayne falling to the ground in a heap as he labored to get his breaths in, red armor stained orange as he kept the shotgun gripped tightly in his grasp. He looked around, trying to see where he was as he fought to rise back on his feet. He got on one knee, legs shaking as he stood up, falling over as soon as he'd gotten out of a kneel.
"A-Androkannnn..." Vayne called out in his delerium, managing to get on his feet once more and he turned around with a stumble, seeing the ship he'd been looking for just a little ways away. Vayne lumbered forward slowly, arms dangling from his body, shotgun still in hand, as he began to head towards the ship, calling out name after name and hoping to the ancestors someone would come for him. "Naaleena...Mor...gan...Stooonnee..." he was falling. By the ancestors he was falling and he couldn't stop. Why were his legs giving in now? Why wasn't his redundant nerves catching the damn slack!?
'Oh yeah...I'm leaking from the hump...' vayne realized, having forgotten about that for a moment as he crashed face first on the walkway, now nearly out of energy. "...a..ar...arr..in.....any.one..." he forced out, sounding slurred and mumbled as his vision was now pretty much just a collection of blurred images. Krogan weren't suppose to feel this way, their redundant systems caught them from having blood loss like this, usually filling them with rage and an uncontrollable urge to rip and tear, not an urge to lie down and sleep. About the only time something like this happened was after a night of great drinking...heh, drinking.
"Thas ez....this aent ah guud buzz..." he said as his eye began to flutter close, unable to keep going any longer.
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