Them seeing him put a kink in things, but it wasn't going to stop him. He just had to adjust the plan, that was all. He runs through a few options, only half-listening to the conversation as he plans-
...they think he's Grif.
They think he's Grif.
He's half tempted to turn on the voice amplifier in his helmet and laugh- but there's no reason to give the game away. Not yet. If they think he's a speedster, that's what they'll prepare for, and he can blindside them with-
...with the flashy superpowers he doesn't have. Shit.
But he can still fly-
He hasn't really practiced with the flight ring as much as he should have, but he's got the basics, and that's going to have to be enough. He lifts off silently as they decide to kill him, turning a half-somersault in midair and landing in a quiet crouch on the ceiling. The motion trackers are having a tough time orienting to his position, but it's fine - they're easy enough to find once they open fire.
It's kind of sad, really. They mentioned the flight ring in the first place, and yet neither of them bother to ever look up. He lines up a shot at the one with the burst gun and fires. He could take out overheated barrels there too, but...
Goddammit, they think he's Grif. He wants to make a point, and he can't do that if they're both unconscious.
For the moment, he stays where he is, upside down on the ceiling, ready to bolt if burst gun shows signs of movement or if overheated barrels cools down. He's got the space of a breath to plan his next move, and if he wants to make an impression, then it had better be a good one.
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...they think he's Grif.
They think he's Grif.
He's half tempted to turn on the voice amplifier in his helmet and laugh- but there's no reason to give the game away. Not yet. If they think he's a speedster, that's what they'll prepare for, and he can blindside them with-
...with the flashy superpowers he doesn't have. Shit.
But he can still fly-
He hasn't really practiced with the flight ring as much as he should have, but he's got the basics, and that's going to have to be enough. He lifts off silently as they decide to kill him, turning a half-somersault in midair and landing in a quiet crouch on the ceiling. The motion trackers are having a tough time orienting to his position, but it's fine - they're easy enough to find once they open fire.
It's kind of sad, really. They mentioned the flight ring in the first place, and yet neither of them bother to ever look up. He lines up a shot at the one with the burst gun and fires. He could take out overheated barrels there too, but...
Goddammit, they think he's Grif. He wants to make a point, and he can't do that if they're both unconscious.
For the moment, he stays where he is, upside down on the ceiling, ready to bolt if burst gun shows signs of movement or if overheated barrels cools down. He's got the space of a breath to plan his next move, and if he wants to make an impression, then it had better be a good one.