[Ah Ironhide, ye of so little faith-- she's not QUITE as oblivious as she looks (even if it's hard to tell sometimes). She's already pulled out her gun and slammed a couple of shots into the grotesque, bendy head of the Closer closest to her-- but then he sort of ERUPTS into action, and the first thing on her mind is-- oh holy shit CANNONS.]
[The Closer he kills doesn't even have a chance to cry out-- its body is quite simply blown apart, sending gore and broken limbs scattering across the grate like burst melon chunks. Heather, on the other hand... is getting the hell out of dodge, slightly more out of fear of getting caught in the friendly-fire at than out of fear of the monsters themselves. She throws herself into a roll, getting behind the nearest cover-- which happens to be an overturned popcorn cart.]
[The other Closers, meanwhile, can't exactly IGNORE the giant, roaring THING coming at them. With a collective thought process that probably consists of the monster equivalent of "-- FUUUUUUUUU---!!!", they turn tail and RUN. ... Which, for Closers, is... really more of an amble. Poor suckers... they really don't have any hope of outrunning him.]
CLOSERS. CLOSERS EVERYWHERE.
[The Closer he kills doesn't even have a chance to cry out-- its body is quite simply blown apart, sending gore and broken limbs scattering across the grate like burst melon chunks. Heather, on the other hand... is getting the hell out of dodge, slightly more out of fear of getting caught in the friendly-fire at than out of fear of the monsters themselves. She throws herself into a roll, getting behind the nearest cover-- which happens to be an overturned popcorn cart.]
[The other Closers, meanwhile, can't exactly IGNORE the giant, roaring THING coming at them. With a collective thought process that probably consists of the monster equivalent of "-- FUUUUUUUUU---!!!", they turn tail and RUN. ... Which, for Closers, is... really more of an amble. Poor suckers... they really don't have any hope of outrunning him.]