Book 6. Chapter 27: Falling off cliffs for profit and nostalgia
Rocket launcher aimed at our face, with gods know what loaded on the inside. Worse: He didn’t even have the decency to monologue anything at us.
On the other hand, we were just about ten seconds away from leaping right into his ship, so it makes sense he wouldn’t bother to give us any kind of speech.
Inside the comforting safety of the soul fractal, free from the more chaotic emotions, I had plenty of time to consider the situation.
He’d opened up the hangar doors this close up to the enemy. Whatever was in that rocket launcher, I didn’t want to find out face first but it also couldn’t be dangerous enough that he’d feel safe opening fire at us this close up.
Possibly an occult spell of some kind, and given it’s his first attack, likely made to drain shields.
Plan in mind, I opened up comms and yelled out to scatter, then burrowed my feet deep into the ground in order to break my current speed and bolt left.
The two other knights and Sagrius all followed suit, each racing a different direction.
Drakonis fired not a moment after that. A rocket exploding out into the world, far too fast for my regular sight to catch it and exploded right where we’d all bolted out of the way in… a generic explosion.
Baited. Damn him.