"Oh look, it's an [i]army[/i] of zombies."

The seething sea of screaming specters rushed forth, grasping hands and gnashing teeth reaching out for flesh.  Their numbers were great enough to actually pose a threat, if one wasn't careful- so Eleanor promptly vanished, fading away into thin air as if she'd never been there in the first place.  A moment later, the ghouls washed over her previous location en masse, finding not a scrap of the meat they sought.

It took her a few seconds to show up again.  When she did, she was standing on the side of the APC, jutting out at a right angle without any visible support.  Crouching sideways just above the wheels, she turned to face the rear, both hands working to open one of her small pouches and draw forth a long, thin contraption that was far too large to have possibly fit.  

With the ghoul army being set on fire and the two-headed giant under attack, Eleanor had decided that it would be best for her to focus on the creature pursuing them.  She pointed her weapon (which looked suspiciously similar to a sniper rifle, albeit one the color of brass) at the beast, sticking her pocketwatch between her teeth and using both hands to aim.  

Then she fired.  One, twice, three times, loud [i]bang[/i]s mixing in with the already horrendous cacophony.  Three projectiles rushed through the air, too fast to see- and splattered into the mud, well in front of the Pater.  At the last second, her aim had gone wild, and her shots had hit the ground at seemingly random points between the monster and the caravan.

"Gosh darn it!"  She proclaimed loudly, tossing the weapon up toward the roof.  Her sudden speech propelled the pocketwatch out from between her teeth, and she caught it deftly with one hand.  "Someone else try!"