(ooc: i'm gonna switch up Kenny's name to Keni so i can play out the "OC" version of him instead. but nothing else about the character or scenario has changed. also, sorry for taking so ungodly long to reply.)
[God DAMN this little dude was one hell of shot! He wished they were in a situation where he could better appreciate it. As it stood, he could really only hear the damage Little Cato was dealing as bodies splashed into the water behind him with what felt like every other shot. Hardly a single bullet wasted, if any.
It's impressive as hell! Especially if he really wasn't used to that kind of gun. But it also briefly makes Keni wonder just what the hell this kid (is he a kid? he sounds like one) was doing before Ishtar abducted them. It's a thread of thought he doesn't have much time to pull on. A question better saved for when they're not being chased.
Keni nods sharply at the plan to find a way to lose these things, eyes scanning the walls and ceilings for any sign of an exit they couldn't be easily followed through. As Little Cato tells him how many bullets he has left, it feels like so much less than it is. Even as great a shot as the dude is, there are already a lot of bodies to put bullets in behind them, and certainly only more ahead.
If they could, they should try and find a way to avoid these things altogether where they can.
Something like a --
Vent shaft! Just like Little Cato had suggested. Dead ahead on the ceiling! Out of the water and out of reach. And, what might end up being both a blessing and a curse, the grate was already loose, pushed into the vent, and ajar. Like something had already climbed up in there and haphazardly pushed the grate back. Possibly a problem for later, right now, it was a way out.]
Vent opening ahead on the ceiling! If you can cover me for a second, I can get the grate out of the way!
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[God DAMN this little dude was one hell of shot! He wished they were in a situation where he could better appreciate it. As it stood, he could really only hear the damage Little Cato was dealing as bodies splashed into the water behind him with what felt like every other shot. Hardly a single bullet wasted, if any.
It's impressive as hell! Especially if he really wasn't used to that kind of gun. But it also briefly makes Keni wonder just what the hell this kid (is he a kid? he sounds like one) was doing before Ishtar abducted them. It's a thread of thought he doesn't have much time to pull on. A question better saved for when they're not being chased.
Keni nods sharply at the plan to find a way to lose these things, eyes scanning the walls and ceilings for any sign of an exit they couldn't be easily followed through. As Little Cato tells him how many bullets he has left, it feels like so much less than it is. Even as great a shot as the dude is, there are already a lot of bodies to put bullets in behind them, and certainly only more ahead.
If they could, they should try and find a way to avoid these things altogether where they can.
Something like a --
Vent shaft! Just like Little Cato had suggested. Dead ahead on the ceiling! Out of the water and out of reach. And, what might end up being both a blessing and a curse, the grate was already loose, pushed into the vent, and ajar. Like something had already climbed up in there and haphazardly pushed the grate back. Possibly a problem for later, right now, it was a way out.]
Vent opening ahead on the ceiling! If you can cover me for a second, I can get the grate out of the way!