As a group of soldiers swept through the halls, checking carefully around every corner with their assault rifles at the ready, Dromaeus slid out of a carefully removed ceiling panel like liquid metal, dropping into a crouch behind them. Reaching up, he ripped one man's helmet off and covered his mouth before slashing his throat from ear to ear with Mehrune's Razor. Even as the helmet clattered to the ground, he drove the dagger into another soldier's back and brutally ripped it downwards, seperating one side of his ribcage from his spine. The sound of the falling helmet alarmed the soldiers and they swung around just as Dromaeus stepped right into their midst.
"FEIM!" he barked, and their panicked bursts of gunfire passed harmlessly through him, two unfortunate men on either side of him immediately being riddled by each other's bullets. Stepping right through one of the remaining two, and as the shout wore off, slashed his throat before kicking the last soldier in the gut, winding him, and then bringing the point of the Razor down into the back of his head as he doubled over.
Dromaeus sneered as he examined his handiwork, then began to search the bodies. From one of them he took a fist sized device from which he had heard them recieve orders. Such a device could be useful, and valuabl. He also took a helmet, and placed it in his satchel.
OOC: For the first time ever, its R&G week next week, and I don't have any project deadlines to bother me! This is good news indeed.
"FEIM!" he barked, and their panicked bursts of gunfire passed harmlessly through him, two unfortunate men on either side of him immediately being riddled by each other's bullets. Stepping right through one of the remaining two, and as the shout wore off, slashed his throat before kicking the last soldier in the gut, winding him, and then bringing the point of the Razor down into the back of his head as he doubled over.
Dromaeus sneered as he examined his handiwork, then began to search the bodies. From one of them he took a fist sized device from which he had heard them recieve orders. Such a device could be useful, and valuabl. He also took a helmet, and placed it in his satchel.
OOC: For the first time ever, its R&G week next week, and I don't have any project deadlines to bother me! This is good news indeed.