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((I got that... sorry. Moving on. Back car decoupled, and fell over into the ditch. Middle car is off the tracks now, close to tipping over into the water. Front car uneffected.))

[[Hokay. Zo, either you aren't the kinda guy to read posts, or you think you're immune to bullets or something. I'll just take that as you killed one guy, and with that slash a few dozen more. And stood there, taking all the bullets.

Also, this is an Army There are a thousand, if not more little dudes.]]


Gray Army-11th Divison

"Sir! It killed Robinson's divison! But it seems to not be avoiding our fire!"

"We all mourn the loss, but we will have this giant b*****d wrapped up in no time. Have the artellery launch a barrage, you, I, and three other divisons will bring him down."

"Sir yes Sir!"

The Sgt. Major yelled into a large radio, calling for varied actions. A squadron of engineers began attacking him with grappling hooks, dozens of them from two sides. MEanwhile, an artellery strike from farther down the tunnel was fired. Each bullet he had already taken was fired with the power of a normal bullet, just smaller. It appeared as though he had taken all 750 infantry bullets, without even moving other than the slashes against Robinson's division. Such a thing would be deadly, if not crippling. As if your skin was pirced with 750 needles, within a few seconds.

Sarge hollered out pep talk to his men, as they pulled in teams on the hooks.

"ONE TWO THREE FOUR"
"I LOVE THE MARINE CORPS"
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Gizmo Giles-Wienberg and Associates

Gizmo concentrated, thinking of what he needed. Potato Gun...Potato Gun...
And soon, he held in his hands, a Desert Beagle, fifty caliber handgun, capable of firing high-density potato rounds at over 1500 feet per second. Oh yeah.

He got on one knee, held the gun with both hands, and closed one eye, firing several rounds into the train, where he saw the red fist protrude.

(yup, he's all up in my face)

Moss directed his moss to raise him upward, quicker then the walls, capping out at ten ft, where his wall also stopped growing. The moss arc, which had been growing at 60ft and then stopped. He then onto the moss wall, and surveyed the field. Where the hell was that thing?
Then, the train flipped.
This was it!
He pressed the button on his belt twice to make sure he had enough blood for this. Then closing his eyes and concentrating, the moss shot forward and began coating the train. After it encased the object it would grow thicker and attempt to constrict the train.

Peter's charge slowed momentarily as he watched the swordsman move away, completely ignoring him. He hadn't intended for his thrown weapons to hit since the man was moving around, but he hadn't even spotted them? Ah well, that just made this easier.

He continued running forward, trusting in Gizmo's men to move themselves out of the way for the most part as he reversed the grip on his weapon, preparing to perform the most awesome of all finishing attacks he had seen in Japanese action movies.

"I shall drain you dry!"

What did this guy think he was? A vampire or something? Well, only one good way to take out a vampire.

Peter found himself shaking his head as he stabbed downward at Kane's back, his sword aimed directly for the swordsman/vampire's heart.

((Relax people... for watch...))

As the man took aim, there were in fact three bodies of tight concentrations. (I am presuming he hits each.) The bullets ruptured through the walls of the train, and slammed right on target, the bots having no way to tell the shots were coming or to dodge. Their defensive position behind the chairs of the subway was nothing to the high calibur round.

Inside, there was several loud crashes. Metalic bodies crashed to the floor of the train.

Then, the moss started to work, crushing hte train, working slowly, but strongly, it was devouring the car, and already had reduced it to 2/3s its normal size.

((Sorry about the mixup from last post. I took it for granted that you would know I intended to flip the car sideways. My mistake. This post should be very straightforward, fortunately.))

Now, Vincent took a moment to catch his breath. Even he needed a short break after flipping a train. He stood still, panting heavily, leaning on the flipped car with one hand. That's when he noticed Gabriel walk past him. His jaw dropped. Did Gabriel completely miss him flipping the train from the northern side? No matter. Gabriel walked past him, and that was his mistake. Vincent stood upright and swung his fist down on the back of Gabriel's head, a blow which would be powerful enough to render most unconscious, if not kill them entirely.

(And the roll for the blow's strength, combined with me being level 20.

EDIT: A total of 28, plus Gabriel is attacked from behind.)