Thread: The Lady and the Wolf - Penitency x Praxis

Ethan's words were met with dead silence within the interior of the room. His footsteps crept ever so slowly across the sanitary floor as his shotgun was shouldered up against the front of his chest. With the barrel pointed toward the floor for now, the man's enhanced vision began to turn what was once a blackout into a viable scenario. Surrounding and within his irises, neon blue lines began to run across the circuitry otherwise not seen behind his optics what was once normal looking faade was now one of the future. As if it was lit up by all the lights in the house, Rachel's interior was perfectly visible through the eyes of her Templar. He was augmented for the very reason to hunt those whom did others harm. Ethan was made to fight the worst of the worst on this planet. She couldn't ask for a better bodyguard. Luckily for her, he had blasted the police cruiser back at the station and made his way up here in such a rush. The sound of the front door being tampered with drew Ethan's head to twist toward it his shotgun was lifted in sheer surprise before his senses calmed. They had not breached the entryway yet. Ethan's eyes darted around the room once more as he searched for Rachel beforehand. Considering he had came from the side door the landing pad entrancegarage the two soon would be in visual contact in her fireplace hiding spot. She could watch as Ethan softly rushed across her floor toward the back of her couch. His hand extended out to her as the other clutched his weapon, as if telling her to stay put and be quiet. He said nothing as he took up a spot behind her living room furniture, resting his shotgun over it and trained upon the threshold. So long as she did not get in the way of his fire, Ethan left Rachel to her own devices for now. Instead, his brows narrowed and aim went down the beaded sights of his pump shotgun. Once the four men outside stopped arguing, one of them booted open the door. His momentum forced his leg to cross the doorway as his hands clutched unto a submachine gun before his chest. Before he could raise the weapon to sweep the room, a loud BLAST of Ethan's shotgun punted him right back out of the interior. Blood sprayed in a series of small fountains from his chest as a spray of pellets showered his front the goons clothing was torn to pieces as he fell back unto the man charging at his six, ugh! The loud pump of Ethan's shotgun being loaded again resounded through the interior as the spent shell bounced around the floor at his knee. Now that the second goon had a dead man in his arms and laid upon his chest, the man tossed his fallen comrade aside with a frustrated growl. Get in there you pussy! One of the others gloated, as the second goon shrugged it off, and entered with his pistol raised in one hand. He began to squeeze the trigger, sending a series of POPS into the interior as he now passed the door, and began to run for cover while shooting in Ethan's general direction. However, after the first shot, Ethan rolled across the floor to the opposite end of the couch. The bullets that pierced his previous location hit nothing but the floor as he took aim again and found the third man entering the living room in his crosshairs. Before he could get three feet inside, he was blasted back into the wall with a rain of pellets too. His own weapon clattered across the floor as he hit the wall, tumbled over a vase, left his blood streaked behind him, and slid until he was sitting on his ass near the door. Two down. Again, the loud pump of Ethan's shotgun rung through the room, expending a second shell as the forth made entry. The remaining two men began to blast their weapons toward Ethan's location. Every bullet was ripping up her couch or destroying an end table. Lifting his shotgun over his shoulder, Ethan bolted across the living room and scooped up Rachel into his chiseled arm. His appendage wrapped around the small of her back and his hand hooked the hip farthest, as his other hand held the shotgun over his mountainous shoulder still. Tucked into a corner of the room, she could hear his breathing. Every inhale and exhale had those gigantic pectorals shifting against her. Cybernetic eyes peered down at her as he muttered, Take my handgun... He noted with a matter of fact voice. His handgun was holstered at his thigh. After reloading, the goons began to fire toward their corner. Chips of her living room went flying all around them, but they were safe. One of them shouted, Stop hiding! We want the girl! We might just let you live if you hand the bitch over! The other shot off a round before speaking up as well, This is the last chance you get! When she took his pistol, Ethan pulled out of their cover and began to fire upon the two as he side-stepped back toward the couch. One of them loudly groaned out, his weapon flying up unto the air as he fell unto his back behind the loveseat he had been behind. The last and remaining augmented male extended his bionic arm and fired his pistol in Ethan's direction. A bullet connected with Ethan's shoulder, forcing him to grunt as he ducked behind the couch.