After seeing what the Batarangs have - or haven't, really - done to the soldiers, Connor quickly discards the idea of just shooting arrows at them.
Connor dives for the gun of the fallen soldier nearest him. It's hot, and heavy - he knows he can't hold it for long. He's gotta make this shot count.
He fires a blast at the most convenient soldiers to target, then immediately drops it, hands tingling with the pain of the minor burns even through his gloves.
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Date: 2014-11-03 03:38 pm (UTC)Connor dives for the gun of the fallen soldier nearest him. It's hot, and heavy - he knows he can't hold it for long. He's gotta make this shot count.
He fires a blast at the most convenient soldiers to target, then immediately drops it, hands tingling with the pain of the minor burns even through his gloves.