The battle cry echoing back through the air toward them was sure enough sign that Reaver had entered the fray, and Theo took his cue. Ducking out from his cover, he locked his aim onto the cultist who had just pulled a javelin from his shoulder. "That looks like it stings. Best we put you out of your misery, eh?" he murmured to himself.
With the big metal man between them, Theo didn't have a clear shot on his target, so he quickly darted across the field into the shadow of one of the nearby buildings, hugging the wall as he moved. Once he thought he'd found a good angle, he spun around and - pausing only a brief moment to steady himself - loosed his bolt towards the injured cultist. His new position left him a little more exposed than he'd have liked, but he expected his enemies had other things to worry about for now.
Bigger, shinier, and angrier things, to boot.
With the big metal man between them, Theo didn't have a clear shot on his target, so he quickly darted across the field into the shadow of one of the nearby buildings, hugging the wall as he moved. Once he thought he'd found a good angle, he spun around and - pausing only a brief moment to steady himself - loosed his bolt towards the injured cultist. His new position left him a little more exposed than he'd have liked, but he expected his enemies had other things to worry about for now.
Bigger, shinier, and angrier things, to boot.
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