Jak hunched behind a barricade on the fringes of the battle field, bullets pelting the cold steel behind him. "Ping"s sang out as high caliber rounds formed golf ball sized welts into the steel, combined with the wizzing and gunshots, the whole world seemed to be rattling though 6inchs of galvinized steel. Jak rolled forward with his AKM clutched to his chest, trying to catch his breath after a welt formed only moments ago, striking him between the spine and shoulder blade.
-Jak: Ach, that's going to be one hell of a bruise.
He stooped up slightly from the ground till he was on his feet, careful to keep his head under cover as more bullets wizzed by overhead. His backpack hung snuggly against his back as he ran towards the end of the barricades, away to the even further fringes of the main combat zone. The bullets that had been pelting his previous spot were still resounding behind him, his movement going unnoticed. He finally made his way to where the steel barrier stopped, a structure only a few yards away waited for him, but even a few yards with this many bullets filling the air at a 2/1 ratio could be a fatal move. Waiting for the right time when a fire bomb ignited the bandits rail gun crew Jak dashed to the buildings waiting imbrace, the wooden tavern pressed against his bruised back, causing his teeth to grind back and forth.
The whine of hyper-velocity bullets started up again as the rail gun became once more active in battle, in who's hands Jak had no idea, but that wasn't his mission. There was a band of rogues hiding on the far side, "his" side, of the battle field taking pot-shots at the other fighters with high power rifles, most notably the .60cal Styker, used to punch through most armors. The persons of interest were hidden in the second level of the tavern directly to his back, now he just needed to get inside. In a crouch/crawl Jak rounded the next corner of the building, the same wall that faced the entire opposing force, thankfully they were so caught up in battle that he went unnoticed.
-Jak: Ghost in, ghost out, you know the drill...
Jak, with his back still flat against the wall, brought his gun up into the colored glass, granting him safe passage into the main bar room. Before the glass fully hit the floor a white/yellow streak of light brightened the battlefield, slashing a deep scar into the enemy barricades. "Least I know who has that beast." Jak thought as he threw himself through the small port hole of missing stained glass. His body hit the floor easily, making nearly no sound as he rolled under a table in one quick, cat-like move. Looking around from his shelter Jak saw no apparent threats and slowly came out from his hiding place. Loud shots rang from the direction of the staircase, directing him with caution as he again hugged onto the railing to limit any unnessecary creaks. Near the last step the board cracked slightly under his wieght, making a rather loud "snap" sound, Jak's heart pounded in his ears in anticipation of a possible attack from the doorway only a stride from him.
Jak pulled out his pre-prepare fire bomb as he walked to the doorway, feet curved to quiet any thump. The makeshift Molotov cocktail was just a beaker full of alchohol with a line of bandage clothe shoved into the mouth, turning it up-side-down to let the achohol drench the "wick". Jak pulled a box of matches from his coat, striking one on the wall, the wick caught light quickly, sending flames a foot in the air. "Wait for it..." He thought, looking into the doorway that led to a balcony until one of the riflemen turned quizically towards Jak, only to catch the full force of glass shattering acrossed his nose.
Flames spread over the 6men lined up along the balcony, shining with hot intensity with screams erupting from them, bodies rithing in pain as skin melted from muscle and muscle from bone, a fate noone should face. Jak ran out onto the balcony, a breeze flowing over his back while his face began heating up, the flames were slowly growing, but as one act of mercy Jak let out a spray of bullets from his gun in full auto, spitting fire like that of a dragon, finally silencing the poor souls.
Bullets showered his location, the fire apparently attracting unwanted attention. Turning to run back from the door Jak found himself cornered, the flames rising up to cover the doorway like the entrance to Hell. Turning once more Jak felt the icy fingers of panic begin grasping his heart, there was one way to go, down. Jak ran for the ledge, only to have the unstable balcony give way near the end, send Jak 2stories onto his back, under a heap of ash and debri.
A group of bandits took the situation as an invite for a free kill, 3 of them jogging from safety to his wrecked body. Jak lay still, even though his back was pounding with each pump of his heart, and his head wet in the back while his legs sindged from the heap of fire burning meer inches from his legs. The scruffy rogue kicked Jak's side, yelling something intangible, the answer was a simple spew of rounds from Jak's AKM, flying up into each man's skull with enough force to pop it like a grape, or atleast that's what happen to one. The other was somewhat less unlucky, a bullet shattered his jaw, sending a section of it off somewhere while what was left attatched hang loosely at an odd angle, another hit him in the throut, causing him to gag and choke on his blood while as it filled his lungs, he wouldn't die for another few minutes and Jak could care less.
Rising from the dirt and ash, Jak was like a Pheonix, his coat ablaze and his body blackened with soot, he threw the coat to the ground and ran towards his team...
((Blehg, it feels awkward writing, my style feels off, I need to do more of it, hopefully we're up again yes? ))
