The big guy at the snowmobile is getting hit from all sides. While his smaller crew wheel to face Matt, he’s snarling as he fights to hold on to the writhing snowmobile. He’s doing better than the vandal attacking Furiosa: her claws rake deep into its cloth-covered arm, slick fluid spilling over them. The seven-foot alien loses its hold on the fishtailing vehicle and goes down scrabbling, making the dreg behind squeal and leap away from its flailing blade. The moment they let up on their suppressing fire Delia’s energy bursts take out another couple of the pack- bonus damage in pummeling their boss.
Kinner has a similar problem – atop the snowmobile there’s nowhere to evade, and the Fallen he’s fighting can see him going for that unwieldy gun. Hopefully he knows how to use a rifle like that, because it’s built more powerful than the weapons of his time. His aim is thrown off, but it turns out of he can brace himself and pull the trigger it doesn’t matter what part of the armor that gun hits. There’s a sharp spray of fluid, a shriek of pain- and a powerful lower limb smashes into his chest in return, throwing him right off the snowmobile.
The captain, meanwhile, is taking literal fire as the Pokemon join in – but the blue light of his shield throws the fire back, long enough for a trio of shanks to rise from the other side of the snowmobile and wind up to open fire on the Pokemon. And then Azwel’s explosion rocks the ground behind them. The Fallen in its range have mostly scattered – those who didn’t are no more – but the blast wave washes over the captain’s shields, knocks a few jars loose from their payload. The captain lets go the snowmobile to turn and howl in utter hatred at the source of the unnatural powers loosed upon his kin…
…Which leaves the convoy wide, wide open to book it through the open ground just cleared. The Captain and his pack are busy now, firing at the Pokemon – and in the captain’s case, lowering his head and driving a powerful shoulder into Matt while he’s distracted by the dregs sweeping knives at his throat and legs. They have a chance to go… they just need to take it. And remember to pick up their friends.
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Kinner has a similar problem – atop the snowmobile there’s nowhere to evade, and the Fallen he’s fighting can see him going for that unwieldy gun. Hopefully he knows how to use a rifle like that, because it’s built more powerful than the weapons of his time. His aim is thrown off, but it turns out of he can brace himself and pull the trigger it doesn’t matter what part of the armor that gun hits. There’s a sharp spray of fluid, a shriek of pain- and a powerful lower limb smashes into his chest in return, throwing him right off the snowmobile.
The captain, meanwhile, is taking literal fire as the Pokemon join in – but the blue light of his shield throws the fire back, long enough for a trio of shanks to rise from the other side of the snowmobile and wind up to open fire on the Pokemon. And then Azwel’s explosion rocks the ground behind them. The Fallen in its range have mostly scattered – those who didn’t are no more – but the blast wave washes over the captain’s shields, knocks a few jars loose from their payload. The captain lets go the snowmobile to turn and howl in utter hatred at the source of the unnatural powers loosed upon his kin…
…Which leaves the convoy wide, wide open to book it through the open ground just cleared. The Captain and his pack are busy now, firing at the Pokemon – and in the captain’s case, lowering his head and driving a powerful shoulder into Matt while he’s distracted by the dregs sweeping knives at his throat and legs. They have a chance to go… they just need to take it. And remember to pick up their friends.