Gordon hands over the crowbar without a further word, then undoes the duct-tape loop on his belt that holds a gun she won't have seen him use before. This many headcrabs, he wants full automatic fire and the possibility of canister grenades. "Three," he says, taking aim at an oil barrel in the opposite direction from the one they plan to go. "Two. One-"
As the BRRRABOOOM! of the barrel's explosion sends headcrab parts flying everywhere, they bolt. "Keep an eye out for barnacle tongues!" he shouts as they run. "Anything hanging from the ceiling might be trying to kill you- they're really common these days!"
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Date: 2008-07-31 02:22 pm (UTC)As the BRRRABOOOM! of the barrel's explosion sends headcrab parts flying everywhere, they bolt. "Keep an eye out for barnacle tongues!" he shouts as they run. "Anything hanging from the ceiling might be trying to kill you- they're really common these days!"