The Scanner explodes in a shower of thousands of sparks and pieces of metal.
"Hijo de puta!" Dora exclaims as she crouches down behind the remains of some long-forgotten Volkswagen. "Are those claws?"
It's sort of a rhetorical question. Somehow it's doubtful whether she could hear an answer over her own gunfire. And that of the soldiers; they start shouting to one another in croaking, half-mechanized voices even as they fan out, trying desperately to get away from the force of nature that's materialized in their midst, adamantium and all. Not that their maneuvers do them much good, as they've got Ryan's fire to evade, and Annabelle's-
Ooh. Ow. There goes the first mask; that's a headshot kill, all right. Ryan's bullets are finding plenty of targets, too, but Combine body armor's fairly tough stuff, so they're not going down as fast. The cleverer ones of the bunch are making use of rubble or shattering street-level windows to give themselves safe vantage points to fire back from.
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"Hijo de puta!" Dora exclaims as she crouches down behind the remains of some long-forgotten Volkswagen. "Are those claws?"
It's sort of a rhetorical question. Somehow it's doubtful whether she could hear an answer over her own gunfire. And that of the soldiers; they start shouting to one another in croaking, half-mechanized voices even as they fan out, trying desperately to get away from the force of nature that's materialized in their midst, adamantium and all. Not that their maneuvers do them much good, as they've got Ryan's fire to evade, and Annabelle's-
Ooh. Ow. There goes the first mask; that's a headshot kill, all right. Ryan's bullets are finding plenty of targets, too, but Combine body armor's fairly tough stuff, so they're not going down as fast. The cleverer ones of the bunch are making use of rubble or shattering street-level windows to give themselves safe vantage points to fire back from.