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

A laser round barely misses Valerius' ear as it hits one of the spiders behind him. [color=Turquoise]"Sorry, almost didn't see that one in time."[/color] He ducked another swiping claw and rammed the bayonet of one pistol into the following head while using the other to blast the weakness. [color=Turquoise]"Enough jokes. Seriously, I don't know how much longer I can keep from shooting you and I would rather grow to like you than think of ways I can kill you."[/color] He slides under the belly of another spider and comes up behind it, lighting it up with laser rounds before reloading.

It felt like they'd been fighting off these things for forever, but the numbers were finally beginning to thing out. Hell, Ana was taking out three or four at a time with her railgun, and Jericho wasn't sure how much aiming she was doing besides the first one. Looking around, he realized that he may have joined up with a crew that was more than just building a name for themselves, but also who might be able to pull humanity out of what ever hell they'd thrown themselves into. He didn't follow closely, he just knew he was one of a quickly shrinking number of alive and well to do humans.