"Yeah, point and shoot," Sawyer replied, picking up an M-1 off the body of a dead American soldier, as he approached the talking reptile. "But what's the point? Looks like everyone's already dead," he added, nodding at all the corpses that littered the ground.

But after all that screaming at Mal to stop jinxing 'em, Sawyer really shouldn't be so quick to speak. Especially now.

As if in answer to his comment, the ground beneath them began to shake and vibrate and a rumbling sound began to grow in the distance. Scowling, Sawyer climbed up a hill that was--thanks to the battle and the rain--little more than mud. He felt his feet sinking as he climbed up, having to fight to take each step. But as he reached the top, he wished he'd just stayed where he was.

"Oh F*@K!!!" he shouted, whipping around and running back the way he came, slipping in the mud and falling on his a$$, sliding the rest of the bottom. He struggled to get back to his feet before grabbing on to Kang and tugging him in the opposite direction. "Move it, Geico!" he barked at the horned reptile.

On the other side of the mound, a massive line of Panzers were charging forward, heading right for them.