Natalie swept, firing into the distance at the shadow, as did the other Juggernauts, but it didn't come to any avail. Cursing, Natalie kept watching, keeping as close as she could to the other two, before realising the movement of the shadow was close. The .50 smashed holes in the masonry, firing at the rock as Zara moved, swept and moved around. And even Natalie, firing less rounds, could tell that.
"Stop." She said, as she hunkered back. The shadow moved closer, as Jenny turned. 

Jenny saw it coming, and by what must have been a miracle, had the cat like reflex to make sure that when Zara didn't drop the Scimitar down on her exposed head, the one that Zara had managed to crack open her helm on in doing so, smashing it off her head clean and throwing her down onto the floor. Any inch to the side, she'd have had it deep in her neck, past the neckbrace and top of the chestplate. She cursed, as she fired, Natalie swinging the sword broadly, firing into the shadow.
"Shit!" Jenny yelled, as she hyperventilated, her LMG back in her hands again, as Ross turned.

"Are you alright?" The response was met with a mere nod, as she held close to Natalie, visibly shivering. Yet the Russian woman knew that they were not going, and that Zara must have been getting desperate.
"She's getting tired. That was desperate. Hold." She added, sliding a new .50 cal mag into the Deagle, looking around.
"Okay, whatever we do, don't make too much noise, anticipate where she can go."