[i]A black sheen glosses over the visor of my mask as I back left, taking a bullet to the lower left leg as I dive. My armor stopped the bullet, but inbound feel the bruise begin to form.[/i] "Well then, there goes the diplomatic option." [i]I remembered seeing that Cobra elsewhere... though I couldn't quite place it. I shook off the feeling, those old Duskwalker instincts kicking in. I break from cover, peeking out of the right side f the rock and firing volley of seven Green-Tip 7.62x51 NATO rounds right into the should joint of your left arm. The first five were stopped by the shield, yet the last two managed to do some minor damage. [/i]