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From Dusk Till Dawn...

...Okay, so maybe that movie was about vampires and not zombies.

But as the battle in the Vatican dragged on, it might feel like it had been going just that long.

And it showed no signs of letting up just yet.

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Something's coming. Looming up over the sea of undead, a shape surging out of the darkness at the edge of the floodlights. Eighteen feet tall, fetid and loathsome with no clear face but just a bristling array of fluttering red feelers.

Whatever this thing is, it's seriously bad news.

All the activity around Luly and Lafiel attracts the Flood Juggernaut's attention. It leaps, clearing zombies with several bounds as it zeros in on Luly's mech. One big spiked tentacle arm comes sweeping down at the Tymazzi, with a good bit of force behind it.

"Get DOWN!" a voice shouted out as a grappling line zipped out and around Luly's arm, pulling it and the machine out of harm's way. Or trying to. Looking at the Flood Juggernaut, Jean-Paul began gauging the situation.

...and it wasn't good.

"You want anyone here? Come through ME!" he said. Damn his tiredness, the System'll keep him going! Raising another gauntlet arm, he began firing his shurikens at the beast at a faster rate than normal. He'll use the final setting when he can. He just wants to get it away from the others.

Pulling Luly's suit? Well, that might be a problem. See, it sure looks nimble and light from the outside, by the way she zooms around... but it's all layers and layers of composites and alloys, machinery, generators, life support... Easily over two tons, closer to three, and the only reason it can bounce around like that is that part of that equipment includes internal gravity thrusters.

In fact, as she bounces awkwardly up and backwards, jackrabbiting all at once to try and avoid the blow, she only notices that zip line as the pull of it twists her flight path.

Uh-oh. Hopefully nobody's standing where she's going to come down—now, because of the sudden "help", looking like a rather less controlled landing than it was going to be.

This was probably one of the stupidest things he's ever done. Letting himself get tossed around, Jean-Paul easily zipped past Luly as he tried to get a better shot.

"Damn thiiiiiiiiiis...!" Jean-Paul shouted, disengaging the zipline and launching him towards a wall. His body twisted as he took the impact from the back... and instinctively grabbed the wall with one of his gauntlets, letting gravity take hold as the claws dragged him down to the ground.

Noticing the beast still moving, it took a bit more focus than usual to raise his other arm and continue firing. The exhaustion was really taking hold... but he wouldn't let THAT hinder him.

"DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE YOU!"

A loud, almost ear-splitting howl of challenge and battle resonates in the air as a giant wolf-man gallops past Jean-Paul on all fours, teeth bared in a feral snarl as Plays quite literally charges the giant creature, aiming a raking claw attack against one of its legs. He's moving damn fast, almost a blur, shrugging off claws and grasping hands from the smaller zombies.

This what he was made for.

The Juggernaut's not worried about impacts as much. They sink into the rotting flesh, damaging it, with enough of those they'll ruin its structural integrity. But for now, it's going to lash out at the annoying mecha ag-

Helloooo there.

The Juggernaut stumbles, regains its balance and jumps back. It centers its attention on Plays now and flails its tentacle arms at him. Move, Plays!

Well, Plays can move surprisingly quickly for a ten-foot tall mass of fur, muscles, teeth and claws. He's already dancing back out of reach, the fur on the nape of his neck rising as he growls threateningly.

He really wishes that he had his pack backing him up right now. Failing that, when in doubt, attack! He goes straight for the relatively thin looking mid-section, where it's torso narrows to meet it's legs, clawing and biting for all he's worth, a ball of blood, claws, fur, and teeth.

Lafiel had obeyed the first command. She flattened herself to the gore-slick ground with the pokemon under her arm. She raised her head (the strain of holding it there was painful but she dared not get any on her face) and cast about for targets with her klanyu.

Above her, larger animals moved and crashed into something that was disgustingly organic. Metal, fur, and the familiar crackling of energy weapons went above her head. Ozone added its stink to the symphony played by the rotting flesh.

The power armor comes down at what looks like it's going to be a nasty angle—

—and retro-rockets fire as it twists—

—and skids for a moment, then bounces into a flip backwards, as it didn't just do something that should be impossible for a machine weighing two tons—

—and she's running forward again, jolting through the zombies at almost-full speed. It's like watching a little rocket take off.

And then, just as rapidly, everything firing into reverse as the machine skids into another parabola, and levels up the antipersonnel cannon. Crap. The werewolf is in the way.

But, at least, she'll very rapidly grind across the bloody stone to where Lafiel is.

[and, continuing over here (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_9/159154.html?thread=12230322#t12230322)]

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