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Zen quickly conjured up a barrier of blood for the mages cover as they fled the scene, while he watched on as the jeeps were rushing ahead of them. "Damn, I need a plan." Zen held up his barrier with one hand as he formed a ball of blood in the other, he aimed for the jeep in his range and fired a wave of blood low towards the tires of the jeep.

*VROOOM*

...was the only sound heard as Hein revved his quad once more. Letting out a whoop, Hein lowered his body as the wheels hit a particularly well-rooted stump. Pulling up, he rode the jump, the ATV soaring through the air as he landed roughly, nearly being bumped off of the quad in the process.

Pulling up a hand, he held the unfamiliar gun tight as he fired off a wary shot at Aiolos, the bullet completely missing. It was good enough for a warning shot though. Taking aim again, Hein continued to shoot, each time missing the flutist, just barely as the shots went on though.

"...stay still...pretty please?"

A few dozen men could be seen charging out of the Skinner compound; as these men transporting their cargo were dangerously close to it at this point. The men were not armed well, but they were armed, and they charged forwards with determination and conviction.



Far in front of the group, however, a figure was approaching on a dirt bike; weaving between the stumps and towards the battle.

The drivers ignored the hoods blowing up against the windshield, they simply stuck their heads out the window some and kept driving.

Merry saw the wave cut through the grass and flung a "Hang loose" sign into the air, waving her hand back and forth. The men in the trucks understood exactly what it meant: split up and weave. They stopped firing and followed the order, both moving away from the wave of blood as they strafed, but still toward the group.

Very few of the pipes worked on moved much at all, the Jeeps were brand spankin' new. One Jeep's noise level grew as the exhaust was ripped away from the engine.

Merry holstered her SMG and unsheathed her sword as the two remaining tigers charged them. Neither of the two men on bikes had melee weapons, so they kept their rifles out. With a quick wave to the both of them, they sped toward the tigers out in front, hoping to take out the natural killers first. The two men fired at the tigers, drawing blood, while Merry waited until she was even with one to slash at its face.

Starting with the motorcyclist in front, the one who had just shown up and appeared to be seperate from the rest, Alan began to systematically press the breaks dotn full force on the motorcycles. Not for both wheels, just the ones on the front wheel. The motorcycles should quickly flip right over, bucking their riders over the handlebars and hopefully smashing their necks or skulls against the stumps. While he systematically did this he raised his MP5 and began firing three shot bursts at the head of the driver of the first jeep, which was now conviniently sticking out of the window so it was framed quite nicely.

"HA!"

Aiolos yelled at his attacker and took another breath, tweeting in his whistle once more, this time in stacatto, not as rapid, but a lot more punch. The concentrated blasts of wind should knock him down a few stumps, or at least his gun. More gusts came at the man, they were aimed at the man mostly, but when the man was busy, he aimed for the gun, wanting to knock it down. This field was ideal for Aiolos, all the clearing gave enough room for his wind and the unobstructed view made it easier to aim.

Being of the more acrobatic persuasion, Jacknife was not about to let himself be hit by a motorcycle. When it became apparent that the rider was coming for him, Jacknife moved. He moved backwards to be exact. He simply dropped his gun which hung from his chest by a strap. He hit the ground back first and rolled backwards, using the force of the original jump to roll to his feet. There was now a capsule in his hand, he pushed a button on top of the capsule and he threw it straight at the motorbike. The capsule would follow the bike by pressing itself against the gaurd near the back of the back wheel. wherever it went untill it did it's job, which wouldent take too long. It was not the capsule that chose to follow the motorbike though. When Jacknife rolled backwards he lost his sunglasses, and now his eyes were purple.

"What in the...oof!"

One of Aiolos's wind-bursts caught Hein right in the side. Sure, it wasn't a heavy hit. His leather armor made sure of that much at least, but that wasn't to say that it wouldn't smart in the morning. Revving his engine once more, Hein and Aiolos rode side by side, a distance of 23 or so meters between as he began to take potshots at the rider, each bullet seeming to become more and more accurate. And then the worst happened.

*Click* *Click Click*

He was empty. Cursing his own idiocy in not bringing an extra clip, Hein looked over at Aiolos and aimed the gun as if he were about to shoot it. The flutist didn't know it was empty, and he'd have to rely on that much. Within the blink of an eye, Hein moved his hand to the barrel and chucked it straight at the rider's face, the gun swinging through the air like a knife on a beeline for Aiolos's head.