Bruce is definitely way more occupied with taking cover and so doesn't really concern himself with seeing where his thrown, er, projectile lands. Though if he had seen what had happened he would have been equally surprised and amazed at what he apparently had managed to do.
If only that kind of luck could extend to other parts of his life.
As it is, all he hears is a loud crash from what he can only presume is a Templar falling over or something equally hopeful. The fights continues on, both parties not backing down, though considering their numbers and Bruce's own current state they were very much at a disadvantage here. Blindly charging forward like this was not going to help them - what they really needed was a plan. But in their current situation...
Spotting a large rock, Bruce vaults over it (not very expertly) and quickly ducks down to hide behind it. He leans back against it, panting as he catches his breath, feeling his heart pounding harshly in his chest. It seemed like he had evaded notice for now, but he couldn't take the chance. And besides, hiding here wasn't going to help. It was just a few of them against all these Templars - not to mention Samson himself. This was not going to be an easy fight. As soon as he recovered, he had to go back in. But for now--all he could do was to wait for the nullification to run its course.
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If only that kind of luck could extend to other parts of his life.
As it is, all he hears is a loud crash from what he can only presume is a Templar falling over or something equally hopeful. The fights continues on, both parties not backing down, though considering their numbers and Bruce's own current state they were very much at a disadvantage here. Blindly charging forward like this was not going to help them - what they really needed was a plan. But in their current situation...
Spotting a large rock, Bruce vaults over it (not very expertly) and quickly ducks down to hide behind it. He leans back against it, panting as he catches his breath, feeling his heart pounding harshly in his chest. It seemed like he had evaded notice for now, but he couldn't take the chance. And besides, hiding here wasn't going to help. It was just a few of them against all these Templars - not to mention Samson himself. This was not going to be an easy fight. As soon as he recovered, he had to go back in. But for now--all he could do was to wait for the nullification to run its course.