There are any number of sounds that could echo out over the surrounding plains in the midst of a rainstorm like this. Thunder, of course. A vehicle backfiring, or the crash of one of the derelict houses giving way under the force of time and the growing violence of the weather. SecUnit only has to process for 0.3 seconds to be 92% certain that the sound that it just heard isn't any of those, but projectile fire, and by then it's already moving.
Triangulating the source of the sound takes a few moments longer, enough time for the pelting rain to have mottled it a grey-blue that sends its performance reliability dropping three percent, which - fuck. Better find whoever fired that shot and get this over with quick. It rounds the corner of a building, and -
SecUnits have higher processing power and reaction time than the average human, so when it slams around the corner it doesn't stop to process the scene (client ID: Levi, tags for combat experience, reserved personality. Other presence marked Target 1: Yellow cloth, black, curling tentacles [???], clearly reaching for Levi's throat) but throws itself forward.
No time to alert either. SecUnit is just there suddenly, sleeves pushed up and dark clothes and helmet turning it into halfway a shadow itself in the rainy weather. It sprints forward, tearing one now-clawed hand through the appendage at Levi's throat, throwing the momentum of the motion into a backspin kick into the center mass of the whirl of shadow and yellow cloth as it braces an arm around Levi, to keep the human from falling down.
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Triangulating the source of the sound takes a few moments longer, enough time for the pelting rain to have mottled it a grey-blue that sends its performance reliability dropping three percent, which - fuck. Better find whoever fired that shot and get this over with quick. It rounds the corner of a building, and -
SecUnits have higher processing power and reaction time than the average human, so when it slams around the corner it doesn't stop to process the scene (client ID: Levi, tags for combat experience, reserved personality. Other presence marked Target 1: Yellow cloth, black, curling tentacles [???], clearly reaching for Levi's throat) but throws itself forward.
No time to alert either. SecUnit is just there suddenly, sleeves pushed up and dark clothes and helmet turning it into halfway a shadow itself in the rainy weather. It sprints forward, tearing one now-clawed hand through the appendage at Levi's throat, throwing the momentum of the motion into a backspin kick into the center mass of the whirl of shadow and yellow cloth as it braces an arm around Levi, to keep the human from falling down.