[ Sometimes V's gifted with the acute sensation of time slowing - it isn't, but instead an upgrade to a piece of his cyberware that allows for quicker brain processing. To V, it looks like the grenade is flicked away in slow motion, scuttering across the ground like a rat bolting for survival and isn't that relatable.
For the briefest of moments he contemplates lunging for the grenade and throwing it back from where it came - except he can't do that. If that's Night City - as grim, corrupt and grimy as it is - he can't be responsible for throwing a grenade without any idea of whose life it's going to invade.
In the end he launches himself in the other direction at the stranger - and the stranger's omen - in an attempt to provide more barriers between them and the blast radius. The last thing he's thinking about before he hits the floor is that he's more than glad for the sub-dermal armor he's got under his skin - makes shrapnel far less of a concern.
The kaboom rattles around in his skull, heat flaring up behind him, and he jerks his head up to assess the damage. Grenades are easier to buy than candy in NC, but frag grenades are certainly a choice. One that becomes all the clearer as a head pokes through the portal, then a second and a third. By the time V's scrambled the few yards left to the stranger there's four Maelstrom gangoons breaching the portal and, since their hello was a frag grenade, V's pretty certain they aren't here to make friends. ]
Can ya get up?
[ The question is hurried, hushed, V's green optics flicking back to the stranger on the floor and he's already holding out a hand that's very clearly augmented with tech. ]
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For the briefest of moments he contemplates lunging for the grenade and throwing it back from where it came - except he can't do that. If that's Night City - as grim, corrupt and grimy as it is - he can't be responsible for throwing a grenade without any idea of whose life it's going to invade.
In the end he launches himself in the other direction at the stranger - and the stranger's omen - in an attempt to provide more barriers between them and the blast radius. The last thing he's thinking about before he hits the floor is that he's more than glad for the sub-dermal armor he's got under his skin - makes shrapnel far less of a concern.
The kaboom rattles around in his skull, heat flaring up behind him, and he jerks his head up to assess the damage. Grenades are easier to buy than candy in NC, but frag grenades are certainly a choice. One that becomes all the clearer as a head pokes through the portal, then a second and a third. By the time V's scrambled the few yards left to the stranger there's four Maelstrom gangoons breaching the portal and, since their hello was a frag grenade, V's pretty certain they aren't here to make friends. ]
Can ya get up?
[ The question is hurried, hushed, V's green optics flicking back to the stranger on the floor and he's already holding out a hand that's very clearly augmented with tech. ]