"Stick close," Zed mutters, as he leads the way down the hallway.
"No damn cover here at all," he continues. "Asses hanging right out in the open."
You better believe he'll remember this moment at renovation time.
"No damn cover here at all," he continues. "Asses hanging right out in the open."
You better believe he'll remember this moment at renovation time.
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-- he grabs a smoke grenade from his belt and, just as the creature opens its mouth to roar, throws it as hard as he can into the worm's mouth.
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Marvin roars as Peter's proton stream blasts him in the eyes, and then comes up short with a massive coughing fit as Krycek's smoke grenade goes off in his mouth.
The unipod's momentum still carries him right through the wall and into the hallway beyond, but Team Alpha has just stopped Marvin in his tracks.
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A moment later and there's a brief sharp tang of ozone as his own shield comes back on, but it's quickly lost to...whatever the hell this thing's been eating. He's trying to hold his breath, but when you're completely surrounded by something's digestive track, it's a bit difficult.
He reaches the free hand for one of his pockets and hopes the shields will hold up for what he has in mind.
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She'll throw up pretty soon.
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This is the sound of a blast of superheated air slowing the fall of a forty ton mech. That helps a little, but it's still a long drop for a big machine.
THOOM.
Inside the cockpit, Duo stares at the worm. Then, he readies the flame thrower, and both missile launchers and keys the comm. "All channels! Someone order some back-up?"
This thing is freakin' huge. Makes for plenty of area where he can shoot and not hit whoever's inside, though. He aims for halfway down the tail and launches.
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The vision is something that should probably be immortalized in certain exotic foreign publications that cater to a specialized readership.
There is a reason that there is an entire class of beings in Jen's universe are categorized as "Hulk level threats." Marv has now been mentally put into that category, and since there's no Hulk around, the She-Hulk will have to do.
"You need a lesson in etiquette, you obnoxious specimen of Annelida putridus."
The quickest way in is through the front door. So what if it's lined with twenty four inch teeth? Jen's betting the softest part of Marv is his mouth, and she's guessing that if she can stop his mouth from working and do her best to rearrange his salients, it'll slow him down. She leaps for the top of what passes for his head, the fleshy hump above his maw, landing and finding her balance by grabbing for the upper rim of his mouth, yanking it back.
"Felony assault. Atempted murder. Snacking without permission. Lack of respect for personal space."
She puts everything, every ounce of gamma-imbued power she has into the punch, slamming her left fist downwards, puncturing flesh with a sickening wet sound. She knows she can hit with the power of a seventy ton piledriver - that's been measured. Her arm sinks in almost to the elbow, but Marv rocks with the impact. That's her cue, and she hits with her right, going for as much carnage as she can, raining down blows repeatedly. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.
There's no one she knows here, so she can get away with saying it.
"SHE-HULK SMASH!"
God, that felt good. She's always wanted to do that.
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A section of the worm's side bursts open in a shower of guts and gore, Ryan and Suzi completely covered by the wave of goo. Air! He draws a deep breath, hacking and gagging past the smell, already starting to shake an arm free of the goop.
Bloody charming, this is.
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"AUUUGH! UGH!" He had to turn off the proton fire for a moment since some of the blood got in his eyes. Not good. No shield and can't see right now. Not a good place or situation to be.
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Our friendly neighborhood eggplant is gonna put himself between Venkman and the giant splodey smushey splattery WORM OF OH MY GOD THE SMELL, WHAT THE HELL DID THAT THING EAT LAST, and slice up anything that gets too SERIOUSLY, WHERE DOES THIS THING HANG OUT, THAT'S JUST NASTY near before Pete can see again.
I MEAN, IT SMELLS LIKE FEET. AND BARF.
MAYBE IT ATE FEET.
TAXICAB FEET.
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She's adding hallucinations to the actual trauma going on.
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The explosion from inside the worm is both shocking and heartening. Shocking because it was an explosion from a Giant Worm and it throws muck everywhere including on him. The heart because he sees Ryan and Suzi. Ryan's moving a lot more then she is but Bill is still hopeful she's alright.
After that though his great plan to keep firing is thwarted when the weapon he's holding refuses to follow through after his trigger pulling. Swearing loudly he starts to pat himself down for one of the clip things he brought. He touches his shirt pocket and feels the bulge there from the other gun he picked up. The tiny one.
With the worm thing still kicking, or slithering, whatever, Bill has run out of weapons and so pulls out the small gun, takes aim and fires.
"SHHHHIIIITTTT!!!" The blast is insanely powerful, taking out another huge section of the worm and sending Bill flying backwards. He sails through the air, landing on his back and skidding even further through worm, agent and oil muck coating the floor.
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But now those annoying little things had let him have it but good. Exploding, proton-blasting, not to mention the biggest punch to the head in unipod history (as much as they could be said to have a history).
Marvin might have had one more go in him, but not after a multi-ton two-step on his head, courtesy of a certain mech.
With one final shudder, Marvin collapses for good.