Lipton was used to watching the field, watching the boys' backs, keeping an eye on the enemy and ready to spring into action if one of the guys got hit, yelling for a medic and doing whatever he could to help Doc Roe or Spina get the kid to a medic. As much of a loner as he'd been before the war, Lipton had always kept a hellova eye on his family, and that had easily transfered over to his company. Here, it was no different, even if the individuals changed, the tendencies were the same.
Still, he was the one at the definate disadvantage in these parts. Aside from lacking the top-notch hand-to-hand skills, the rest of the fighters had something of a home-field advantage, what with Scorpion's undead ninja guise, Sub-Zero's freezing ability, Jax's part-cyborg arm, and Sonya's bands.
Even so, his watching eyes had been elsewhere when Sonya was tossed, his head only snapping around to the crash of shattered glass.
"Sonya!" He leapt from around his cover and sprinted over to the window, rifle up to get a few shots off on the way, both to clear a path and keep any oppertunistic centuars from getting ideas. Over the spiked remainder of the window he could see the creature lift a prone Sonya, but Lipton couldn't get a clear shot. He kicked away the spiked remainder of the window, and had just gotten a foot on the sill as she drove something into his eye and clawed her way free.
"Need a hand?" He said, almost ironically, despite the mess of battle around them, and after glancing over his shoulder to make sure there was no imminent charge, he offered her his hand.
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on 2011-04-02 07:11 am (UTC)Still, he was the one at the definate disadvantage in these parts. Aside from lacking the top-notch hand-to-hand skills, the rest of the fighters had something of a home-field advantage, what with Scorpion's undead ninja guise, Sub-Zero's freezing ability, Jax's part-cyborg arm, and Sonya's bands.
Even so, his watching eyes had been elsewhere when Sonya was tossed, his head only snapping around to the crash of shattered glass.
"Sonya!" He leapt from around his cover and sprinted over to the window, rifle up to get a few shots off on the way, both to clear a path and keep any oppertunistic centuars from getting ideas. Over the spiked remainder of the window he could see the creature lift a prone Sonya, but Lipton couldn't get a clear shot. He kicked away the spiked remainder of the window, and had just gotten a foot on the sill as she drove something into his eye and clawed her way free.
"Need a hand?" He said, almost ironically, despite the mess of battle around them, and after glancing over his shoulder to make sure there was no imminent charge, he offered her his hand.