[ To some level, Miller expected that this expedition would result in people splitting off into their own groups. Granted, it is not his responsibility to wonder if the ones splitting off have the wherewithal to handle themselves, but the thought of trying to account for who's missing and who's just straggling behind when they reach their destination is still a concern heavy on his mind.
Which is why he's trying to provide rear support—but the onset of the sandstorm really throws an even bigger wrench into this effort than he could have expected. He immediately loses sight of the people in front of him, but luckily, he's come prepared. Throwing his gasmask on, he calls out for the others. He listens for any sign that they're close.
But the response he gets isn't calling out to him in return. Someone is in danger.
Miller sees the shadow of some great creature first and squares up, before setting eyes on Ange fallen in the sand. ]
Ange!
[ The firing of his rail gun produces a deep explosive sound with each round, aiming steadily for the monster obscuring itself from their view. ]
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Which is why he's trying to provide rear support—but the onset of the sandstorm really throws an even bigger wrench into this effort than he could have expected. He immediately loses sight of the people in front of him, but luckily, he's come prepared. Throwing his gasmask on, he calls out for the others. He listens for any sign that they're close.
But the response he gets isn't calling out to him in return. Someone is in danger.
Miller sees the shadow of some great creature first and squares up, before setting eyes on Ange fallen in the sand. ]
Ange!
[ The firing of his rail gun produces a deep explosive sound with each round, aiming steadily for the monster obscuring itself from their view. ]