[Scott had already been nervously keeping an eye on those mammoths and their little too close for comfort proximity to the city. Being a recon specialist for the Initiative and now Pathfinder he's able to notice things about a planet; the wildlife, especially, though he thought at worst a couple would try and muscle their way in at different points in the city. But when the ground begins to rumble one day while he's just patrolling the streets his heart immediately pounds in his chest as he looks over in the distance.]
Oh shit.
[He takes a step back, glancing around his immediate vicinity for anyone who maybe hasn't noticed them yet...or has. These things are huge but they're fast, and while Scott is semi-confident he can get to someplace safe he's uncertain about anyone else in the area.]
Shit, shit, shit—
[...Which is why, if you're near him, he's diving in close and holding his arms out above his head. His body glows in a brilliant blue as a bubble of energy surrounds him and whomever's in the area. As the creatures reach them they seem to bump into the bubble but not breach it, but since Scott is used to holding off bullets and not actual giant mammoths he knows he can't last long holding this thing up, evident by the way he grits his teeth and his entire body strains.]
...Uh, hi. Need some help?
[Because now you have it???]
sometime later
[Scott has been trying to help people where he can. These things are barreling through buildings though and knocking down anything that has the nerve to stand, so finding safety is proving to be a bitch. That's why he has shifted his focus towards taking them out where he can. Occasionally he'll use his assault rifle or pistol — which packs a powerful punch, but wanting to preserve ammo most of the time he gets down in the thick of it with his sword.
He uses his biotics to dodge and weave around the mammoths, sometimes just a glowing blue blur as he appears and disappears, stabbing at the predators and slicing when he can. He can feel his energy reserves emptying but he keeps going. He could certainly use the help.]
Scott Ryder | ota
[Scott had already been nervously keeping an eye on those mammoths and their little too close for comfort proximity to the city. Being a recon specialist for the Initiative and now Pathfinder he's able to notice things about a planet; the wildlife, especially, though he thought at worst a couple would try and muscle their way in at different points in the city. But when the ground begins to rumble one day while he's just patrolling the streets his heart immediately pounds in his chest as he looks over in the distance.]
Oh shit.
[He takes a step back, glancing around his immediate vicinity for anyone who maybe hasn't noticed them yet...or has. These things are huge but they're fast, and while Scott is semi-confident he can get to someplace safe he's uncertain about anyone else in the area.]
Shit, shit, shit—
[...Which is why, if you're near him, he's diving in close and holding his arms out above his head. His body glows in a brilliant blue as a bubble of energy surrounds him and whomever's in the area. As the creatures reach them they seem to bump into the bubble but not breach it, but since Scott is used to holding off bullets and not actual giant mammoths he knows he can't last long holding this thing up, evident by the way he grits his teeth and his entire body strains.]
...Uh, hi. Need some help?
[Because now you have it???]
sometime later
[Scott has been trying to help people where he can. These things are barreling through buildings though and knocking down anything that has the nerve to stand, so finding safety is proving to be a bitch. That's why he has shifted his focus towards taking them out where he can. Occasionally he'll use his assault rifle or pistol — which packs a powerful punch, but wanting to preserve ammo most of the time he gets down in the thick of it with his sword.
He uses his biotics to dodge and weave around the mammoths, sometimes just a glowing blue blur as he appears and disappears, stabbing at the predators and slicing when he can. He can feel his energy reserves emptying but he keeps going. He could certainly use the help.]
Don't these guys get tired?!