The Militia agent inside is soon clearly incapacitated, but when he sees Rachel, able-bodied and clear-eyed, he holds out his communicator to her, expression anguished. It's apparent in an instant that he can't hear - he's in pain, so maybe he can only hear a horrific ringing, but he's useless with trying to figure the medic out. Once that's shoved helplessly into Rachel's hand, he goes back to trying to help the injured civilian.
From outside, there's another whine of the machine charging again, the only warning sign before the LRAD blasts into action. It's aim several meters to the left this time, but there's no apparent target in its path.
Bruce knows what's happening in an instant though, holding his hands over his ears again as he ducks behind an overturned food cart that had fallen from the stands. They're clearing the area - all except for him. No one's going to come over here when he's in a triangulated corner whose edges are being guarded by that. He's never seen one of these things - or anything like it - in the Militia's arsenal before, and didn't think the city had the right technological bent, but judging by the crackling around the edges of the disc (and the otherworldly disoriented feeling not entirely in line with a traditional LRAD), it's powered by something magical. He scrambles a couple different ideas on how to disable it, but before he can get up, it goes off again, this time several meters to the right. He hears a few straggling yells of fright, and then their little edge of dusty-floored hell is left clear.
Heavy footsteps sound in the clearing. A commanding voice: "Get up."
Bruce wraps his hand around the hilt of his sword, and rises - then turns around to face Argo.
The other man - xenian, but human-looking - is standing across from him, in front of the LRAD, and while he must feel very proud for standing there alone, a row of heavily-armed and primed-for-action subordinate agents stand, watching. Bruce knows this face off is only symbolic. He's cornered.
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From outside, there's another whine of the machine charging again, the only warning sign before the LRAD blasts into action. It's aim several meters to the left this time, but there's no apparent target in its path.
Bruce knows what's happening in an instant though, holding his hands over his ears again as he ducks behind an overturned food cart that had fallen from the stands. They're clearing the area - all except for him. No one's going to come over here when he's in a triangulated corner whose edges are being guarded by that. He's never seen one of these things - or anything like it - in the Militia's arsenal before, and didn't think the city had the right technological bent, but judging by the crackling around the edges of the disc (and the otherworldly disoriented feeling not entirely in line with a traditional LRAD), it's powered by something magical. He scrambles a couple different ideas on how to disable it, but before he can get up, it goes off again, this time several meters to the right. He hears a few straggling yells of fright, and then their little edge of dusty-floored hell is left clear.
Heavy footsteps sound in the clearing. A commanding voice: "Get up."
Bruce wraps his hand around the hilt of his sword, and rises - then turns around to face Argo.
The other man - xenian, but human-looking - is standing across from him, in front of the LRAD, and while he must feel very proud for standing there alone, a row of heavily-armed and primed-for-action subordinate agents stand, watching. Bruce knows this face off is only symbolic. He's cornered.