[Normally, Maketh doesn't say, the guardsmen can count on people to utlize their common sense and avoid the obvious death traps, thus focusing on the other threats. And in Hadriel there are many.
There's no chance to speak. Maketh lowers her rifle with a slow exhale. The automatic targeting software is proving effective. Not that she would have missed at this range.
She might have ruined Will's hearing, though.
Well, it was that or let him get his head torn off. He'll live. Probably.
Maketh moves over to toe him with her boot. There's blood and what might be bits of brain on the ground. On him. Maketh can't smell it through the filters in her helmet, but she's sure it can't be pleasant.] Get up. You're alive, you'll be fine.
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There's no chance to speak. Maketh lowers her rifle with a slow exhale. The automatic targeting software is proving effective. Not that she would have missed at this range.
She might have ruined Will's hearing, though.
Well, it was that or let him get his head torn off. He'll live. Probably.
Maketh moves over to toe him with her boot. There's blood and what might be bits of brain on the ground. On him. Maketh can't smell it through the filters in her helmet, but she's sure it can't be pleasant.] Get up. You're alive, you'll be fine.