OoC @Hatchy: It's about six months too late for that. xP
The soldier the elite kicked was send flying against a wall, losing his grip of his rifle on the way. Hitting the wall, the soldier had the wind knocked out of him. The second soldier the elite kicked narrowly avoided being eviscirated by jumping backwards, but still sustained a deep fleshwound in the abdomen. Screaming, the soldier dropped to the floor, clutching the cautherized wound. The flesh deep-red, with smoke rising form it, as if a piece of meat had been on the barbeque for too long. Breathing heavily to deal with the pain, the soldier started crawling backwards. The third soldier the elite grabbed gasped for air, but at the same time raised managed to raise his rifle, which he held on to firmly, and fired at the elite's throat at pointblank range, firing armour-piercing rounds, the standard amunition in Legaia. Confirmed the enemy was in the building, other soldiers came through the door and spread out, while others positioned infront of it, boxing the elite in.
The miners and unarmed personel, on the other hand, smashed through another window and started making their escaped.
Having confirmed Rookie overall had lost little blood, the medic started examining Rookie's shoulder wound, specifically how badly damaged the bone was, and if the arm was starting to become gangrenous or not.
