Verahl was cursing. Mayli surprised him with the Mechs, and used them as a distraction. He had hardly even gotten to talk to her before he felt rounds slam against his shields. He managed to dive for cover, but they gave way before he could reach it. One round caught between his plates of armor, and pierced his suit. It had only hit his side though, between his chest and waist, but would still need to be stiched up and treated. He limped over to the others, now coming up the stairs.
"Quickly, we may be able to catch her..."
Verahl quickly moved up the stairs towards his office, but at the bottom of the wall that seperated the lobby, he saw one of his worst fears realized. Blood was slowly beginning to crawl around it. He stopped for a second, and stared at it. He didn't want to turn the corner and see the truth. He didn't want to see what had happened in the fray. He took each of his next steps slowly, moving cautiously around the corner, before having the full sight view him.
She lay in a growing pool of blood. Her eyes were closed, but her jaw was lax and open, as if still screaming in a feeble attempt to save herself or call for help. Her body lay partial hunched over, as if in one final act, it was trying to absorb the impact of the bullets to no avail. Her arms lay had fallen in front of her face, as if trying to protect herself more from it. Her white fur trimmed jacket now being stained by trickles of red flowing from several places, contrasting with her deep blue skin.
Zar lay dead. Her body now a still portait of fear and hopeless defence, as if trying to fight off the inevitable.
Verahl couldn't take another step forward, or even focus on the doorway from which Mayli had passed through. He had forgotten all about her now, instead captivated by a sight of tragedy he hadn't prepared himself to witness.
