[At the last instant he shielded his face, but the force threw him back several feet. He tucked into a roll, absorbing the force and letting it out. It saved him from to much damage. He'd be bruised - bone deep, and burned in a couple of places, but nothing to bad. He'd dealt with worse. He'd crawled back to the base of his little guerilla group with a gun shot wound through the hip. Like hell was a minor explosion going to stop him.
But slamming against a brick building might.
He cried out in pain, head snapping and he crumpled, breathing, his head ringing. He was trying to focus, seeing two different things. A dark street, and at the same time a blasted village, burning with fire, the screams of the dead and dying, the whistle of bullets, the shadow of mechs. A girl. A man. Tieria....]