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

[Color=steelblue]"You see boys? This is how you seperate the men from the babies! The ability to take pain on the chin and laugh! Keep on fighting! No fear will be shown here. Someone mark that spider, we can't track it underground without that! Hurry!"[/color]

Jericho kept himself busy with dodging another globule of acid rather than coming up with a witty reply. [color=Turquoise][i]Call us a bunch of babies eh? Pretty sure there's a difference between a baby and not wanting to end up a puddle of liquid human.[/i][/color] Still, they didn't have much time, with Ana's suit getting eaten away and her visor gone. When the spider tried to ambush them again, he had switched back to his pistols, firing rapidly at the giant insects eyes, trying to make it hesitate or falter or something.

After repeating the process three times, one of his shots finally got lucky and found it's mark, sending the spider reeling back in pain. Almost immediately after, he noted three throwing knives sailing at the beast. He hoped that they found their mark as Jericho moved Ana, without directly touching her, into a position with better cover. She didn't need to catch a second blast of acid if it could be helped.