[center][b]South-West Block - Nathaniel[/b][/center]

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Nathaniel felt his heart beating rapidly, as if it was trying to pound its way out of his chest. The wolf-beasts had paralyzed his body and mind, and he was absurdly lucky to be alive at this point. He needed no encouragement from Brucie to run, and he was already on his way toward the nominal protection of his mech-suited allies by the time the message came on the radio. God in the making or no, Nathaniel wasn't fool enough to think himself immortal or immune to pain, at least not after getting a fear-laden reminder of his own mortality courtesy of the wolf things.

He made for the side of the APC facing the way they'd entered the area from, cursing under his breath in a simple litany of "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" that he chose not to broadcast over the radio. Once there, with the vehicle now at least partially between him and the giant mutant that had carved Chris up, Nathaniel turned round to look for the wolf that was still unharmed. The thing was still chewing on Chris's corpse, which was perfect for his purposes. He spared but a moment of thought for the dead man, who had obviously been a sinner so far gone as to be beyond saving if he died here in this holy place, before the whoosh of flamethrowers caught his attention. Nathaniel could only hope they caught the attention of that damned chainsword wielding freak too, as he took the opportunity to fire on the feeding wolf. He held the gun as steady as he could, aiming for the body of the thing as the basic training courses they'd been given suggested they do for maximum chance to hit the target, and fired repeated short bursts rather than hauling back on the trigger and unloading everything at once. There was some pounding sound from behind him, then the crunching of metal, but Nathaniel paid no heed to those distractions and focused on taking the wolf down.