The Search For Mecca (IC)

[Qyron]

The first burst of fire caught the Dendren off-guard and almost everyone the creatures got hit. One in direct line of fire was almost cut in half by the ceramic bullets and fell to the ground without a sound, with its chest tore in pieces. The small projectiles were designed to cause mainly internal damage, so the real mess was contained to the insides of the beast, but it was a gruesome vision to look at.
The rest of the pack scattered and started returning fire randomly.

Peter overheard a calling whistle when repositioning the machine gun and noticed an enemy fall to the ground with a brand new eye socket punched trough the helmet but there was no shooter to be seen; Peter re-aimed his gun, hoping the other shooter would be careful to don´t step in his line of fire.

«Smile, you ugly mother...»

With the last Dendren standing in his sight, Peter squeezed the trigger but the weapon only returned a disturbing choking sound followed by a warning shrill.

-- SHIT!

The soldier stood up and ran away from the gun, and the Dendren followed him, eager to crush the enemy who had wiped out its entire group single-handed, disregarding the high-pitched sound the abandoned weapon was crying. Peter only had time to throw himself to the ground again and cover his head when the alarm changed its tone to andheaven louder shriek.

The heavy gun exploded in a ball of fire, sending hot metal trough the air, with the Dendren getting almost the full force of the explosion, that ripped it into pieces, showering the entire surroundings with guts and biological matter. Peter let out a loud cry when a heavy object hit him on the head, almost knocking him out and stood up, rubbing his bumped head; next to his feet was the severed head of the last Dendren.

-- Damn!

Spitting to the ground, trying to get from is mouth a more stubborn piece of dirt, Peter took out his canteen and took a sip.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

The silence of the jungle was suddenly shattered with the ripping sound of a distinctly human machine gun, and it was close by. Jack immediately dropped to the ground, pulling Clara with him. He couldn’t hear any bullets passing overhead, but that didn’t mean that the two of them weren’t in danger.

The gunfire fell silent, but it wasn’t long before Jack noticed a high-pitched squeal in the air. But before he could begin to wonder what the squeal was, an explosion ripped through the air, a stray piece of shrapnel somehow managing to zip by over Jack’s head.

It was nearly a minute before Jack dared to move, and even then it was to come up to one knee and to signal for Clara to remain where she was. He then pulled the hood up on his suit, and pressing on the collar, disappeared into the foliage, where he moved towards the clearing and then climbed up a tree so he could have a clear view of the aftermath of the gunfight.