Clash of the Titans

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Firing while out of cover would certainly something Zoric wasn't known to do. He was one of those people who preached using cover so much. So why then would he go out of his way to begin doing things that would go directly against his own ideas? This too was a mental chess move. Since everything he has done thus far was either countered or avoided he assumed this person was figuring him out. But how? Was this person some sort of superhuman who could predict their opponent's movements? Was there some advanced analyzing trick being used here? Zoric had no clue. Yet the one thing that he did know was that acting out of character apparently seemed to be more effective than what he tried thus far.

"Come now! Don't be shy!" That announcement mirrored his treatment of his enemies while in combat. He saw this person as being nothing more than an amateur trying to build a reputation by taking on a veteran of armed conflicts. He wanted this fight to be more up close and personal. After all he was more of an in your face type of person. While he clearly wasn't as great with hand to hand combat as he was with marksmanship he wasn't a slouch either. But of course those factors only came into play if he wanted to actually lay hands on this person or have them put hands on him. Even at close range firearms could be used.

More fire came from his assailant. This time the person who was engaged in conflict with him fired something that Zoric could only describe as being a fire rain. This was why he had to move. There was no way he could conceivably avoid all of the fire but he could do his best. He did have a plan. Zoric moved his nanobots in his body towards his back. His mind went to work judging at what point the onslaught would hit the ground. When he was nearly out of the range of burning he took a large leap forward. The reason why he moved his internal machines towards his back was because he'd used the force of the blast to propel him forward and out of the range of the burning chemicals. Zoric took damage in order to get himself out of danger. This was something he couldn't have done as a normal human and thus he had a newly found appreciation for his cybernetics.

His body rolled on the ground over and over again. Once he regained control of his momentum Zoric executed a forward roll and ended up on both knees. He dropped the magazine and loaded up another. He had eight in total which was a combat load most countries would consider as being full.
 

Kuromaku

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Damien slid forward as the x-ray scan caught sight of his target. Once it had, he once again used his striker, drawing it and firing off five more incendiary rounds into the air. He wanted the battle field to shrink and now that he had a lock he could make that happen. The rounds streaked out, but exploded in such a way as to enclose the area. Everything within 200 feet around the two combatants was now burning at about 2000 degree Fahrenheit. He was cool, collected, and logical, but he was still human.
"Ballistic." He ordered the AI as he put away his gun once more and closed his position on the target. He wondered how much ammunition the guy had, and whether or not their training was going to even out. His target was using military tactics, that meant he probably had some hand to hand training, but in his experience it wasn't a guarantee that soldiers would be masterful in that regard. Country of origin made a difference, but that was only statistics.

Damien's mind briefly wandered to an Australian SIS agent he had fought that was partnered with an American Black Ops unit. No part of that had been pleasant, but the commander for the black ops unit had been the toughest in hand to hand and had subsequently forced him to make the decision about getting the subdermal armor.

"I don't suppose you're SIS." He shouted, curious as he stepped to a car that was in the way. He didn't want to play all of his cards just yet, but it was about time. He stood just on the other side, preparing to start off a conversation if need be to determine what this guy was doing here and if he was a competitor, assassin, or some other affiliate. X-Ray vision remained up but Damien was going to use the car as cover. A car and maybe a dozen feet, that was all that stood between them right now.
"Good evening, Dobryy vecher, Konban wa, Petang, Dobro veče,annyeonghaseyo." He said in English, russian, japanese, malay, serbian, and korean respectively. Ideally they both spoke something, though he prayed it wasn't Korean or Malay.
 
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