Ray isn't looking at all. He's just diving and rolling (thank God he hasn't got the proton pack on!), saber switched off as he flings himself out of the way.
And not a moment too soon, either. The cannons open fire in a Nephranian's heartbeat, tearing into the Oil with mechanical ferocity. The Oil flails, writhing and lunging in every conceivable direction; while some of it manages to dodge or separate before the weapons fire rips into it, most of it is being pummeled to say the very least. There's horrible smells of smoke and burning in the air rising from the wretched stuff, too. This is not a good day to be the Oil.
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Date: 2007-03-05 03:15 am (UTC)And not a moment too soon, either. The cannons open fire in a Nephranian's heartbeat, tearing into the Oil with mechanical ferocity. The Oil flails, writhing and lunging in every conceivable direction; while some of it manages to dodge or separate before the weapons fire rips into it, most of it is being pummeled to say the very least. There's horrible smells of smoke and burning in the air rising from the wretched stuff, too. This is not a good day to be the Oil.
It's gonna be pissed.