[ Whenever things went smoothly, Ryder knew a giant bag of shit was ready to hit the fan at a moment's notice. That's just how things went. He could do everything right but either the unpredictability of Andromeda or his genuine shit luck would always catch up with him. That being said...he doesn't let the looming threat of Murphy's Law distract him from what he's doing. He, Vetra, and Drack make quick work securing the slums for the civilians, and by the time they reach the access point to their final destination he's feeling good about things.
That is, until he got closer and heard mostly silence, followed by a couple of shots. Not a gunfight — just two shots. Ryder picks up the pace and instructs the others to watch his back in case anyone managed to come through after them, focusing on reaching the throne room.
It all happened so fast, and yet at the same time, it seemed to go in slow motion. He saw Reyes on the floor, and Sloane standing over him with a bullet to his temple, taunting him no doubt — he was already hurt and Ryder didn't have much time to act. Half to draw her attention, and half because the anger and panic inside of him burst forth and manifested into a brilliant blue aura around his body, he shouts Reyes' name and charges her. His arm thrusts forward and her gun is knocked out of her hand, just in case she decided that she was going to pull the trigger and take out Reyes with the precious few seconds she had left. The force was enough to knock her off balance.
At some point he dropped his gun, he supposes, but it didn't matter. Sloane had no time to grab her secondary weapon as Ryder was upon her, pulling an arm back and thrusting it forward with every ounce of energy he had left in his body. She went sailing through the air until it slammed against the window — the metal slats probably digging painfully into her back. He held her there for only a moment, still fueled by anger, the groan of metal and the sound of glass cracking echoing loudly in the room. Then he pushed her again. One more thrust of his arm and she broke through the window.
Ryder always favored a more vanguard approach in his fighting, which naturally meant things often got...gritty. But he can't say he ever quite lost it like that before. Fortunately, he doesn't give himself nearly enough time to consider this as he immediately rushes back over to Reyes, the glow of his body and his eyes gradually fading away until he's at his side. Vetra and Drack must have had to stop some stragglers because they only just entered the room. ]
Reyes — what are you feeling? We're going to get you help — can you move?
[ He begins to fidget with his omni-tool, administering omni-gel in the hopes that it'll be enough until they can get him proper help. His voice is strained, panicked, scared. ]
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That is, until he got closer and heard mostly silence, followed by a couple of shots. Not a gunfight — just two shots. Ryder picks up the pace and instructs the others to watch his back in case anyone managed to come through after them, focusing on reaching the throne room.
It all happened so fast, and yet at the same time, it seemed to go in slow motion. He saw Reyes on the floor, and Sloane standing over him with a bullet to his temple, taunting him no doubt — he was already hurt and Ryder didn't have much time to act. Half to draw her attention, and half because the anger and panic inside of him burst forth and manifested into a brilliant blue aura around his body, he shouts Reyes' name and charges her. His arm thrusts forward and her gun is knocked out of her hand, just in case she decided that she was going to pull the trigger and take out Reyes with the precious few seconds she had left. The force was enough to knock her off balance.
At some point he dropped his gun, he supposes, but it didn't matter. Sloane had no time to grab her secondary weapon as Ryder was upon her, pulling an arm back and thrusting it forward with every ounce of energy he had left in his body. She went sailing through the air until it slammed against the window — the metal slats probably digging painfully into her back. He held her there for only a moment, still fueled by anger, the groan of metal and the sound of glass cracking echoing loudly in the room. Then he pushed her again. One more thrust of his arm and she broke through the window.
Ryder always favored a more vanguard approach in his fighting, which naturally meant things often got...gritty. But he can't say he ever quite lost it like that before. Fortunately, he doesn't give himself nearly enough time to consider this as he immediately rushes back over to Reyes, the glow of his body and his eyes gradually fading away until he's at his side. Vetra and Drack must have had to stop some stragglers because they only just entered the room. ]
Reyes — what are you feeling? We're going to get you help — can you move?
[ He begins to fidget with his omni-tool, administering omni-gel in the hopes that it'll be enough until they can get him proper help. His voice is strained, panicked, scared. ]
Just...be okay, you jerk. We did it.