Soviet Panda
Red Panda Commanda.
Connor, realizing his ammunition could do little more then put a ding in the things armor, never the less kept firing. What else could he do? Roll over and wait for the thing to kill him? He had been through far worse and survived. It wouldn't be fitting to end up dying right here all because of some scorpion that decided to dig around in the dirt in the wrong place at the wrong time. But then he remembered, someone had been torn up rather badly by it. And he was still there, no one having gone over to help him in the slightest.
"Keep firing at that damn thing. Keep it right there." he shouted at the others as he strafed closer towards Grey, firing off a few more bursts before turning and dashing towards him. "And you don't make this harder then it has to be." he said, sliding to a crouch next to the downed man and letting the lmg hang by it's strap at his side. Throwing Grey over his shoulder, he began to fireman carry Grey and hustle away from the large scorpion. His back was to it, and he didn't like it. But what was he supposed to do? Run backwards, fire his lmg one handed, and risk tripping over something and missing? No thank you.
"Keep firing at that damn thing. Keep it right there." he shouted at the others as he strafed closer towards Grey, firing off a few more bursts before turning and dashing towards him. "And you don't make this harder then it has to be." he said, sliding to a crouch next to the downed man and letting the lmg hang by it's strap at his side. Throwing Grey over his shoulder, he began to fireman carry Grey and hustle away from the large scorpion. His back was to it, and he didn't like it. But what was he supposed to do? Run backwards, fire his lmg one handed, and risk tripping over something and missing? No thank you.