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"Thought we could take them," Jordan grumbled, embarrassed. It was a call he really should have made, and made much faster; when something hit you hard enough to rake off half your shield at once, it was stupid to stick around and risk having it happen again. ********, he could have gotten them all killed. That thought made his blood chill in his veins. How had he forgotten, even briefly, that it wasn't just his own safety he had to consider? "Next time, I'll listen," he told Harrison; then, softer, "You too. Both of you."

I'll remind you, Ferros said. We'll be in shape to be up pretty soon, but it's going to take me some time.

Thanks. Jordan shared the wash of gratitude and affection he felt with his weapon. Ferros rumbled quietly in response, and the edges of his mind twined tighter into Jordan's where they overlapped, comforting, protective.

"Yeah, well, I needed to know," he told Leon. "You guys too?"

"I thought we could take them too." Rep offered with a wave of shame that they hadn't. It had felt so hopeful, the way Tracey and Ferros worked together often ruthless and efficient. They had dispersed the initial creature in a single combined strike. It was just the ambush, just the thing getting the jump on them that had resulted in the real disaster of the situation.

He wanted to roll over, wanted to be able to see everyone, see how much they'd been hurt if they had, get an idea what the hell they were up against, but he was stuck. More than anything he wanted to be next to them even if he could see - cots were far from a safe place to be as a hunter.

Jerry was okay too, that - despite his earlier comments - was a relief. Personal grievances and annoyances aside, they were all in this s**t together, they were all going home again after.

"After you guys went out." he muttered. "Another one came. A ******** pyramid head. We wouldn't have stood a chance anyway. It's ******** endless out there." He took a bit to gather himself though the aches before talking again, admitting. "Honestly, I don't know how much I want to go back out."

Rep hated laying like this. It was uncomfortable, restrictive and made him anxious. There was no way to defend himself if they were attacked and even getting up was difficult.

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The angel simply sighed long-sufferingly.

It took a bit but through a complex sequence of painfully leaning onto his shoulders and edging off the cot, he managed to sit on the edge of it, shivering as he let the pain subside. It had to be quite a deep one, he figured, enough to apparently warrant the stitches he could feel.

Finally seated he returned to Harrison's question. It reminded him that yes one of them at least had looked familiar. He'd figured it had been from missions but when he thought about it it slowly dawned.

"The blow up doll!"

As if this meant anything to anyone.

ENTERING. HOLY CHRIST IM MORE SCARED THAN BUL IS.

Every ounce of Buls subconscious was hoping that the others were going to come out of the fog with him. Every millisecond was grueling and the monster had followed Deryk as far in as this barrier had let him. In fact, he had hardly even noticed the barrier against the rest of the white foggy world around him.

He did notice, lever, the loud speaking and shouting of these humans working as a hive. Oh sweet sister Sally he just walked into his demise. Bul kept his tail limp, and arms out with palms up. Any spine he could flatten was flattened and there was no way of hiding the sheer icy terror in his eyes.

Now he really was reconsidering his choice to follow. What would they do? His own instincts would not be to attack... But these guys? Would they take advantage of their numbers over him? And where had Cael gone to? Some guidance was sorely needed with the half beast.

The first thing Robert would hear when he woke up was the phrase GODZILLA HAS INVADED THE MED BAY.

Sufficed to say, even though he was coming to, he decided to play dead a little longer.

"Yeah, her, I thought-"

At the shout, Harrison had B0nez in his hands again- he gripped both swords and the cot with equal ferocity, a cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

It was like he'd been afraid of- they always went after the wounded, whatever he was going to do, it wasn't look weak.

He didn't have the strength to do more than sit up and hold on to the swords, though.

"Not hostile?" leon spluttered out and shook his cane fist at Deryk before pointing at the lizardman again. "you mean to tell me that this miniature godzilla isn't here to stomp and crush our equipment or burn out tent to cinders all for the name of giant monster combat?" leon fumed and stared down the hidden dagger wielder. "What if he comes up to you and said 'YOU GOT A PURDY MOUTH' Huh? HUH!? You better be right about this Deryk."

Injured leon = overreacting and violent hunter.

But still far too weak to hold up a chainsaw against the damn cold blooded freak of nature to darwin's theory. so he pretty much had to let it go.

"You there, you ugly sonuvabitch, are you here trying to find a snack or looking for a heat lamp to curl under?"

That ******** pyramid head had done a number on him, and the ******** doll b***h. No wonder she'd come after him, he was just that ******** memorable. It had nothing to do with coincidence, nope. Not in the slightest.

As the strange looking boil piped up though, Rep listened only because he had no other option. Tracey was just not a swingable option and he doubted punching the monster would do anything other than start a massive rammy in the tent and get them all further maimed.

His brain threw up the "wait a minute" flag and he slammed on the mental brakes however at the name Mei. The cogs turning in his head were practically visible as he took the "blow up doll" student he'd been yelling about being clawed to bits by earlier and put her together with her actual name and associated myriad insults he'd dreamt up on the fly.

He kept his voice low and snarled, every breath still agony. "Oh you have some ******** gall man. That Mei, if its the ******** doll freak I think, she just ******** almost killed me and my guys in the mist. So don't even go ******** giving us those ******** sob stories. If I find the b***h I'm going to make it so there isn't enough of her left to fill a wee ******** jar of fog."