Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170404171447/@comment-5543592-20170421171504

The Krogan seized the front of one merc's armor, a Turian, and yanked the alien towards him like he was a doll. The Krogan slammed the top of his helmet into the man's visor, cracking it, and he went slack.

A second Talon recovered and fired off several rifle rounds point blank into the Krogan's back. The Krogan stumbled two steps, ducking his head to avoid taking too much damage. His shields glowed as they asorbed the hits from the rifle, the mercenary unrelenting, thinking he had the upper hand. The Krogan turned, gaining his bearers, free hand snapping out and seizing the merc's rifle. The Spectre snatched the rifle away, and then bashed it into the merc's throat. The Talon gripped as his throat, gagging through a snapped windpipe, choking on his own breathe.

The third raised a shotgun, finger on the trigger, but the Krogan tossed the first into him. There was a startling retort as the mercenary fired, eviserating his airborne comrade on accident, and then went down underneath the dead Turian

He swaggered up to the third mercenary, trapped underneath the Turian's body. He let the mercenary crawl away, right until he was trying to escape through the lobby doorway. The Krogan abruptly reached out, seizing the side of the deactivated sliding door, and jerked it forward with all his strength. There was a screeching noise as the door's breaks snapped, and then it rushed to close, catching the mercenary around the waist, and then crushing him against the doorframe. His body sat there, limbs hanging limply, until the Krogan pushed the door back open.

He wiped at his face as his face plate, cleaning the bright red gore from it, revealing a very blue maw beneath the tinted visor.

The Krogan was making a bizarre noise as he approached Keith--it sounded like someone struggling to clear their throat--which, after a moment of listening, appeared to actually be laughter.

"Couldn't let you shoot me." The Krogan told Keith, his voice the gargling growl all Krogan had. "No point in keeping up the cover if I was dead." A stray bullet whizzed by him, but he paid it no mind.