[ Wash can take a hint. From behind the wall, he watches Rinzler's actions and admittedly, it takes him a few seconds to get the idea. But he's seen this sort of move before. It's almost funny, actually, to how it takes him back. Makes him think of Carolina and the way she moved, how she tended to show off but at the same time would occasionally do so as a distraction.
But he can't let himself get lost in remembering anything right now.
Quick to slide out from behind the wall again once he catches on, his rifle is already up. All he has to do is take aim. The first series of bullets catch another Caducan in the head, sending them to the floor. The next, however, drop to a lower target--the hand of the enemy who is now closest to Rinzler. Having seen them taking aim, his shots force them to drop their weapon and from there, he leaves them for Rinzler to handle. There are only two left, and he settles his focus on the one further from the program.
Just as he pulls the trigger again, however, the Caducan slips out of the way and merely gets scraped in the shoulder as the bullets whizz by. Barely realizing that they've returned fire in response and not armed with the same reactions times as usual, Wash gets pegged in the thigh. It's through armour plating, so the bullet doesn't get too deep or compromise him as much as it could have, but that doesn't stop it from being painful or surprising. ]
Shit--
[ Stumbling back, a little blindsided, Wash exhales harshly but doesn't let the injury stop him from taking another shot. This one is, thankfully, successful. He's just... going to prop himself up on the wall for a second. He'll keep his gun up as long as Rinzler is dealing with the remaining foe, but after that he's taking a second to breathe. And silently curse Texas for fucking him up right before a ship-wide battle. ]
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But he can't let himself get lost in remembering anything right now.
Quick to slide out from behind the wall again once he catches on, his rifle is already up. All he has to do is take aim. The first series of bullets catch another Caducan in the head, sending them to the floor. The next, however, drop to a lower target--the hand of the enemy who is now closest to Rinzler. Having seen them taking aim, his shots force them to drop their weapon and from there, he leaves them for Rinzler to handle. There are only two left, and he settles his focus on the one further from the program.
Just as he pulls the trigger again, however, the Caducan slips out of the way and merely gets scraped in the shoulder as the bullets whizz by. Barely realizing that they've returned fire in response and not armed with the same reactions times as usual, Wash gets pegged in the thigh. It's through armour plating, so the bullet doesn't get too deep or compromise him as much as it could have, but that doesn't stop it from being painful or surprising. ]
Shit--
[ Stumbling back, a little blindsided, Wash exhales harshly but doesn't let the injury stop him from taking another shot. This one is, thankfully, successful. He's just... going to prop himself up on the wall for a second. He'll keep his gun up as long as Rinzler is dealing with the remaining foe, but after that he's taking a second to breathe. And silently curse Texas for fucking him up right before a ship-wide battle. ]