Natalie's eyes turned slowly, but almost in a split second, the world was on fire. Her heart paced, everything had switched. From watching Victor about to dole out damage, to something else. She knew there was only one thing she could do, watching as Victor took the shot. She almost screamed in terror, then realizing what had happened. He had been hit in the wrong place for that sniper, and he would stand up from that shot, he had enough mass between his internals and that 7.62mm round. Tough bastard, she reminded herself- but that wasn't enough. In her bottom of her right trouser leg Spetsnaz shovel sat, a weapon that she knew was quite quickly accessible, sheathed in the fabric. One side was sharp, the other blunt as a baseball bat, but enough in her hands to smash somebody's skull in. And as Victor clambered up, his warpainted face exploding in a rage, Natalie got the look that what was about to happen couldn't be stopped by even a tank shell. Victor was going to kill some fuckers, and Natalie had all the pleasure.

The shovel slipped into her hand, knowing full well that if she was going down, she wasn't going down like this. She clasped the blade in her right hand, her fingers like fishooks as she flung it towards a man holding a Negev MG, going right for the back of the head, as she herself gave no caution to the wind, and erupted with a pace, aware that this was war. The shovel buried itself into his skull, shattering through- it was razor sharp in it's throw, and Natalie knew that the weighting and composition of the Shovel had been perfect for her- it felt like a brick to most people in weight, but to her, it was like a stiletto, but chunkier. The man's skull was almost halved, as it brought him down, Natalie charging and skidding on the tarmac as she went for his Negev, the Israeli 7.62mm LMG something that she was surprised to see here- but something that she had vague practice with. She pulled the shovel out and kept it loosely in her hand, holding the weapon at the shoulder with a instictive and bloodthirsty rage triggered, as something felt as if it tripped a nerve, like you had gone ahead and done something to Natalie that had made her very, very angry. It wasn't as wholly unstoppable like Victor's charge, but it was a moment of pure focus, of pure, dedicated and total concentration of how to kill every, single motherfucker that held a weapon in their hands by any means needed. The bodycount was just one for her, but she wanted more, to end this violence and make them pay.

Instead of firing on civilians, Natalie clambered up, her whole 7 feet two inches, and began spraying towards the contacts near Victor, giving a loud wolf whistle as she knew Victor was knee-deep in kicking the hell out of those bastards. They had a lot more the clear, and the world was still on fire, the Metro stations burning and the whole area in total disaray, with gunmen and anarchy kicking up. She didn't realize it, but as she sprayed down almost five of the men, almost running and moving with the LMG like it was a paperweight compared to her M134, she had taken at least six 9mm rounds all over, and the blood was slowly going over her plaid shirt, something clear that was noticeable from a mile out. But this Russian wasn't going down that easily, and she knew that they had to get this done. She tossed the weapon away as the chamber went click, the LMG fully empty now.

Pushing up, she moved to Victor, cautious as she knew that at least ten were gone now, a sizable majority due to Victor and Natalie's efforts as well as the one or two police that had fired a shot or two off. She tossed her shovel into a man that was just in front of Victor, attempting to go for his weapon, before throwing herself down on the ground with him, where it looked like he had spent a good amount of time really handing it to those who had just opened fire. She looked over, looking at the bullet wound in his chest, as she checked her own, taking her shirt off to inspect the wounds below her ribs and two in her shoulder.
"Shit, how you and I are not dead is the question- I'll leave that to the doctors to explain. Come on, get a gun off these fuckers, we need to counterattack. We're big targets, but we're faster than they think, and trust me, painkillers always solve everything later Victor." Natalie said, letting her shirt down, aware that despite the fact that this was the worst time to do such a thing, that it was probably better in the case any more bullets brought cloth into the wounds and really hurt her. That and the fact that she didn't care right now, some sort of Amazonic tale, meant that Natalie did not care. It was her bra, her trousers and a now retrieved AN-94 with a PKA-S Holographic Sight from the floor which sat in her bare hands, and from a distance, it looked as if the duo weren't going to go down easily.

Natalie moved up, sliding into cover as she knew that the terrorists had by now identified that Victor and his girlfriend were up and running. The former was scary to everyone- the big WSM competitor, but the people that had hit the deck after Victor and Natalie's courage to take out the remaining enemies were astounded that the two were throwing themselves in the line of fire.
"Everyone, keep your heads down!" Natalie yelled loudly in French, at the tourists, many looking directly at the two as Natalie looked at Victor.
"Shit, we need to stop this madness...I say we kill as many of them as we can on this street, secure the civilians in a safe building and hold for as long as we can. This is big alright." Natalie said over the noise of the gunfire, her position behind the concrete post being occasionally bitten into, as she looked over at him. In the heat of it all, there was no point denying that Natalie really looked as if she was truly an Amazon with some sort of undeniable cleavage and a very stern warface, her usually reserved thick arms and legs now at full pent in making themselves useful and, and that for Victor's warpaint and size, she was the antidote to fight alongside him. She turned the corner, taking two enemies systematically with the two-round bursts, the 1000 RPM shots decimating the two, Natalie's familiarity with this weapon almost completely trusting, turning back as she felt the mag go dry. She clipped a new magazine in that she had picked up earlier, looking at Victor.
"Right, two options. Either you cover me, and I spray up those three over there, or you follow me to hell Victor." Natalie said, knowing that there was almost a slight inclination to the latter, as she readied to move.