"You heard the man! Follow his lead!" calls Ten Boom, and reaches for what explosives of his own he has. It's not long before the thunder of explosions is bouncing madly off every wall, smoke and shrapnel and Synth parts splattering everywhere.
But the synths aren't helpless, not by any stretch of the imagination. The closest ones to the humans are lunging in with Combine-enhanced swiftness, slashing out with forward claws before Freeman or grenades can take them down. The ones further back are quite sensibly hanging back, some of them skittering sideways in an attempt to avoid Freeman targeting them.
No, wait, that's not right. In an attempt to accurately target him. They do, after all, have weapons slung under their bellies like some vile ovipositor. And four or five of them are opening fire in a blaze of sound and smoke.
Good luck seeing what happens. That's one hell of a mess to try to see through.
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Date: 2011-07-05 01:27 am (UTC)But the synths aren't helpless, not by any stretch of the imagination. The closest ones to the humans are lunging in with Combine-enhanced swiftness, slashing out with forward claws before Freeman or grenades can take them down. The ones further back are quite sensibly hanging back, some of them skittering sideways in an attempt to avoid Freeman targeting them.
No, wait, that's not right. In an attempt to accurately target him. They do, after all, have weapons slung under their bellies like some vile ovipositor. And four or five of them are opening fire in a blaze of sound and smoke.
Good luck seeing what happens. That's one hell of a mess to try to see through.