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.
"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.