You know, as fun as it is, I actually don't have a ton of time to argue with you right now? INCOMING!
[He throws another grenade out from behind the battered shield. The patter of the darts stops -- but a moment later, something heavier hits the ground to Feliks's side. Before he can react, there's a hiss, and some sort of gas starts coming out.]
...Oh, kurwa. Really?
[He grabs the skirt attached to his uniform and rips at it until it detaches, tying it over the lower half of his face and turning it into a gas mask -- but he's already inhaled some, and for all his stubbornness, he's not a big guy. He wobbles where he's crouched, clearly dizzy all of a sudden, his uniform turning lighter and less bulletproof and the shield turning back into a table top as he struggles to stay awake.]
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[He throws another grenade out from behind the battered shield. The patter of the darts stops -- but a moment later, something heavier hits the ground to Feliks's side. Before he can react, there's a hiss, and some sort of gas starts coming out.]
...Oh, kurwa. Really?
[He grabs the skirt attached to his uniform and rips at it until it detaches, tying it over the lower half of his face and turning it into a gas mask -- but he's already inhaled some, and for all his stubbornness, he's not a big guy. He wobbles where he's crouched, clearly dizzy all of a sudden, his uniform turning lighter and less bulletproof and the shield turning back into a table top as he struggles to stay awake.]