Rykon
Five Thousand Club
Jake glances past the debris of the three fallen invid scouts with an appreciative whistle. "Cookin 'em extra crispy today aren't we boss man?" He noted while he guided the targeting system onto Scout 10. "They must not like each other too much, scattering and skittering about like this." He punctuated the comment with pulling the trigger, aiming for the eye with the EU-13's burst fire.
[Yikes, whiff. Could be worse I guess.]
[Yikes, whiff. Could be worse I guess.]