Metznik saw the grenade bounce into his view, turning away from the blast. As it burst, he felt searing pain shoot through his leg and right shoulder as the needles from the grenade penetrated his armor's joints. "Dammit." He growled, but the damage was minor, only a couple of wounds, maybe a fractured nerve.
Metznik reached down and grabbed his plasma pistol, leaning out of cover to find his targets. They spotted him and fired, bullets tearing up the wall where Metznik's head had been seconds before. Committing to memory, Metznik stuck his plasma pistol around the wall and let off a couple of blue potshots in the turret's direction.
Metznik reached down and grabbed his plasma pistol, leaning out of cover to find his targets. They spotted him and fired, bullets tearing up the wall where Metznik's head had been seconds before. Committing to memory, Metznik stuck his plasma pistol around the wall and let off a couple of blue potshots in the turret's direction.