After shuffling backwards a few steps he felt safe in breaking into a speedy crouching sprint at a leftwards diagonal, speeding away from his point of fire. This action was taken with the trained expertise of a man who was used to the possibility of a foe armed with firearms discovering his location and opening fire, an immensely quick and deadly assault. The fact that Jok was still alive to this day suggested he was more than sufficient at escaping before someone had the chance to fire bullets at him far faster than he could run.

In comparison to that, throwing a ball of air at him? That was child’s play for him to avoid.

The explosion of the magical attack obliterating a tree behind him hardly caused him to flinch at all, basically a result of intense training and familiarity with the sensation of loud noise. The scattering of splinters and wooden shards suggested that the explosion was significant, though Jok’s exo-suit augmented speed had carried him away from the debris dangerous radius, it pattered against his armoured back and pack as he fled, giving him more reason to run. The area was cleared behind him, but it hadn’t taken long for the Ramor soldier to re-enter denser foliage, effectively masking his presence from his opponent.

The question running through his mind was not focused on the danger of his opponent, but rather that the attack suggested the rounds he had fired had no effect. Such a thing seemed impossible to him, but then again, most of what he was seeing seemed impossible. His hasty retreat carried him to the western side of the small clearing surrounding the rocky pillar, where he reached into one of the many pockets on his chest, taking hold of a 36Rde Anti-Personnel grenade in his left hand, he activated it and popped it behind him before circling around to the south of the pillar while still in cover and taking stock of the situation.