Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

It didn't take long for the dread to knot his belly, the hairs on his back to stand perfectly straight and that dreadful chill to seize his spine. Thank god the bodysuit was at least halfway functional, because the cold sweat of fear already wet his skin. At first he thought the sounds were his own, since there were plenty of leaves on the ground and there was no real trail. But the increased frequency told him that it wasn't, and he was sharp enough to realize he was being stalked. By what, however, was only a question time would tell...Though the hell was a fairly dead giveaway, he would admit that. Soon enough, the infra-red mode of his HUD caught distinct heat signatures, ones that he was previously warned about Wolves. And a LOT of them, from what he could tell fast agile pack hunters, they had him surrounded in seconds but kept behind trees. Clearly they weren't stupid, or they probably heard that he wasn't fond of becoming the next prey on their menu. His eyes darted back and forth, his already twitchy body eager to start shooting, heart pounding like a wardrum and the blood feeling like magma in his veins. The moment he did, however, he would have at least five other directions he would be assaulted from...Too much risk, no reward at all for him. His mind already working on alternate plans, he checked the inventory in his gauntlets via his viewscreen, cutting off the external speakers Two sets of flashbang microbursters, three charges apiece. He wouldn't stun them all, but hopefully if it he dispersed them over a wide enough area...He might be able to make it to the old road that was about two clicks west of here. At least he would have the opportunity for a buffer zone, since he wouldn't have trees and shrubs. He needed to make a choice though, because the proximity sensors were detecting unknown signatures closing on him. Slowly but surely his window was shrinking. He needed to move...And he needed to do it now. Even if it meant open season on his ass, he wouldn't make catching him that easy. No way in hell. His teeth grit together as he waited he needed to see at least one set of eyes glint at him. Just one, and he would be close enough already, the Reaper rifle was slid into the compartment on his back, himself now devoid of visible weaponry. But his posture told of prey ready to run, something the Wolves were all too eager to do it had been so LONG since they had a good chase. Especially for someone like him His breathing heavy, Jackson muttered, Come on, tick factories...Get closer. Closer, I fucking dare you! The four blue 'eyes' of his visor searched this way and that, the cameras seeing the shadows move. Encroach, each second feeling like an hour....And then it happened. Four sets of golden eyes peered to him. And he put his batshit crazy plan into action. Visor opacity 100! The cameras instantly shut off, leaving him virtually blind as he swung his arms outward six tiny, egg-sized cylinders flew out in a rough circular pattern, landing on the leaves and dirt before exploding in a violent burst of light and sound. His helmet dampened the noise, but he still felt the concussion from the charges, a sharp exhale leaving his throat even still, he moved as the blinding grenades temporarily incapacitated the hunters on his tail. Visor opacity 0! That was his last shout, the cameras flipping back on just in time for him to avoid nearly smacking into a tree, the servos in his armor making him unnaturally fast...But even that boost could only last for so long. The thumps of his armor pounding the ground were quite loud, making it extremely easy for his pursuers to find and pin him should they catch up to him. All he could hope for now was to try and put as much distance between him and the hunting pack as possible... All he could do was run and try to hide again.