[center][h2]Jericho Joranis|Ruins of Moscow[/h2][/center]

Anastasia hadn't even finished giving her orders when she felt Jericho's back hit hers, his twin laser pistols singing their triumphant song as each of the hosts for the weird spider creatures hit the ground. [color=Turquoise]"Yeah, clear steel and titanium alloy faceplate. Bought it after hunting down a creature that screeched like this but was much,"[/color] he ducked beneath a spider creature's leg and brought one of the bayonet's up into it's face, killing the thing and allowing him to continue, [color=Turquoise]"easier on the eyes. Can't remember what it was called for the life of me though."[/color]

With his jab made, Jericho became focused on the job, his weapons moving in perfect sync with his body, the dodges, the lunges, the sidesteps. Everytime he moved out of harms way, the attacker felt the brief sting of a laser round passing through it's weakness before falling dead. At one point he even kicked a leg out from under one of the spider things, putting the round in it's head from point blank range. [color=Turquoise]"I recognize the hosts, Remnants is what the restoration workers call 'em, people who survived the radiation of the bombings but carried horrible mutations with them and passed the curse on to their children. Based on what happened to these guys, I think I know what that spider thingy can do now."[/color] Jericho flipped over another swipe from yet another spider and kicked it in the head before putting a round in it. He also didn't envy ending up like these poor bastards.