[center][h2]Jericho Joranis|Running for his life from a giant fucking spider in the Ruins of Moscow[/h2][/center]

Three rapid shots rang out from each of Jericho's pistols. The ones from his left hand at the spider's face, aimed at weak points like eyes but likely missing their mark. The other three destroyed the old camera, one through the recording lense, another through the screen and one more through the camera equivalent of the scope, Valerius dropping the camera after the first shot to avoid being hit as well. [color=Turquoise]"Go ahead, make one more actor joke. I [b]DARE[/b] you."[/color] First is was the mutant spider zombie things, and he could handle that, because Ana quickly figured out where to shoot and gave him an out to kill them quickly. But this giant fucker? It reminded him of all the reasons he'd avoided bug heavy places for so long.

He kept firing, making sure the thing couldn't hide without-damn it, where'd it go? He looked around, confused as to how something that [i]LARGE[/i] could up and vanish like that. Then he remembered that Ana had barely gotten him out of the way in time. So he tried listening.

[i]Scritch[/i]

[i]Scritch[/i]

[i]Scritch[/i]

His eyes shoot up and he holsters both pistols as he leaps backwards, the mandibles leaping out of the concrete again. Reaching over his shoulder, he grasps the hilt of his katana and pulls the trigger in the specially designed sheath, triggering a series of small explosions that give the katana extra speed as it shoots up out of the sheath and comes down on the nearest mandible, the right one. The laser edge sprang to life and sheered through the hide, though not without loosing significant speed in the process. [color=Turquoise][i]That wouldn't have worked without the boosted draw speed. Great. With great size comes great toughness.[/i][/color] The giant shoots up again, releasing another screech and Jericho flinches, remembering the rest of the team's visors. [color=Turquoise]"Sorry! But, uh, we're gonna need bigger guns. A lot bigger."[/color] Jericho moved over closer to Ana again, keeping his katana at the ready. Not like he was gonna hit something vital with his pistols anyways. Things were like peashooters against it.