The response from the Collector to the actions in question was a level of disappointment. He watched as the Vorcha began their attack and quickly sent a pulse of energy in a Dark Channel towards the nearest one. Taking shelter behind one of the damaged metal crates to help ensure his barrier was not greatly weakened by their gunfire, he sent another Dark Channel flying downrange in order to incapacitate another one of the Vorcha, who fell back and found himself crunched by one of the crates.
Seeing an opportunity, Gregor ran forward towards the other Vorcha and released a potent mass of biotic energy directly in his face. Picking up the fallen alien's Blood Pack Punisher, he looked it over for a split second before turning towards where he had last seen Krag, firing at a Vorcha that was currently behind cover.
Hopefully this situation would soon be resolved.
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Post by Urdnot Krag on Mar 5, 2015 18:33:59 GMT -7
Krag's shields began to hiss, nearly burned out by the barrage of rounds that had been lain into him. Just as he began to regain his lost footing, the familiar buzz of an automatic door grabbed the Krogan's attention. He spun around just as the door slid aside, reaching into the belt of his armor and drawing the long knife he'd been able to get through security.
A bouncer, one of the many armored Krogan from outside, charged right in. His eyes nearly popped from his skull when he realized who Krag was. He tried to move his shotgun into position to fire, but it was far too late. Grabbing the butt of the weapon, Krag forced the weapon to the side and sun his knife in with a left hook. The glinting edge of the blade skated across the bouncers throat, carving through his tough hide without resistance. Blood fountained across the floor and the right-side of Krag's body, spurting across the walls as the Warlord spun him around and forcefully raised the shotgun in the bouncer's hand.
The patrons of the bar screamed, leaping from the seats and running straight for the door. Two more bouncers, who had just managed to emerge from the sea of scrambling civilians, stopped in shock when they saw their dying friend in the arms of Krag. That split second pause was all the Warlord needed. A thunderous boom shook the room and one of the bouncers flew backward, his chest exploding into a flurry of armor shards and orange blood. Knowing that his shields didn't stand a chance at such close range, the other bouncer quickly dove over the bar in the middle of the room.
Things were going exactly as Krag had wanted them to.
The other bouncer had moved to such a position that it was quite possible for Gregor to go after him. With a rush forward, using his ailing wings to help boost his speed, he rolled before kneeling and firing within a good twenty feet at the stunned Krogan who, just now, was attempting to bring his shotgun up. The blasts from the sunmachine gun sprayed across his body, with the armor piercing round from its second barrel landing directly through the snout and into the cranial cavity.
Gregor took cover once again,continuing to fire the weapon until its thermal clip was useless. Tossing the gun aside, he grabbed the shotgun - an M-27 Scimitar - and began to fire it at whatever Vorcha were still nearby in order to either cow them into submission or terminate them.
"Surrender now, and your lives will be spared depending on the perogative of the one you have slighted."