( Given another minute and a half, quickly creating ear plugs would've been the next solution he managed to churn out. It wouldn't have been all that hard, even if they were less effective or sanitary given the materials he had to work with. Fortunately the rifle he has isn't the kind they have back home — they're a little quieter. Still loud enough to leave your goddamn ears ringing and the world momentarily silent, but less likely to actually blow an eardrum out.
The tentacle next to him goes mostly still, barely twitching out the last bits of stimulus still running through the muscle. He shifts his shield away and it slumps to the ground.
It was loud enough to leave Ian with an inevitable migraine, but he's clearly picking up on things Lance probably can't right now. The best he can do to communicate is offer up two clear taps to the left shoulder, an indicator of where the noise is coming from. One quick fisted grip to the fabric of his shirt, and then both hands back on his gun.
Sure enough, a cluster of bodies barrel down the tunnel. He can't actually get a count on them, could be two, could be five, he just knows there's more than one.
Gun up. Fire. It pegs the front-runner in the chest and it topples, momentarily tripping up the one behind it. Not for long, though. It's not even remotely concerned for its fallen brethren, it just scrambles over the body to get to Lance. )
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The tentacle next to him goes mostly still, barely twitching out the last bits of stimulus still running through the muscle. He shifts his shield away and it slumps to the ground.
It was loud enough to leave Ian with an inevitable migraine, but he's clearly picking up on things Lance probably can't right now. The best he can do to communicate is offer up two clear taps to the left shoulder, an indicator of where the noise is coming from. One quick fisted grip to the fabric of his shirt, and then both hands back on his gun.
Sure enough, a cluster of bodies barrel down the tunnel. He can't actually get a count on them, could be two, could be five, he just knows there's more than one.
Gun up. Fire. It pegs the front-runner in the chest and it topples, momentarily tripping up the one behind it. Not for long, though. It's not even remotely concerned for its fallen brethren, it just scrambles over the body to get to Lance. )