[center][h2][color=39b54a][u]M A R V I N  H I L L E R[/u][/color][/h2][/center]
Marvin had trained his rifle at the winged deathclaw abomination. He could confidently say that he hasn't been this terrified in a while. It was so big and so close that it wouldn't even allow him to run away even if he wanted to. And if it had the makings of a Deathclaw, then its only weakness is at its unarmored belly and he couldn't shoot it at this angle. He felt his heart hammer against his chest and each momemnt seemed like a century. Every click nearly made him pull the trigger, but he managed to stay his hand. His will to survive was greater than his fear, at the very least.

He couldn't even take a look at where the others were aside from John. It would mean that he need to swivel his gaze away from the monstrosity. He just hoped they were all safe and calm and [i]not[/i] freaking out.

Emil, he remembered the voice, had spoken over the radio which caught the attention of the monster. Once more, Marvin had his finger over the trigger, ready to pounce. But then things exploded into motion faster than Marvin could have anticipated, and he wished things had gone over differently.

Someone had thrown a rock that echoed against the walls, skipping down the steps deeper into the subway. The winged deathclaw turned its head towards the sound but then someone, foolishly, decided to freak out and then yelled at the top of his lungs. The mercenary began to run and dodge and hope for the best, it would seem. Marvin felt inclined to help him, but his head screamed for him to stop, so he did not. Besides, Khaliya's order was clear. He just kept the rifle at the beast should it turn its attention to any of them. To his surprise, none of his fellow Talon Mercs even moved an inch to help their panicking companion.

He stifled a surprised yelp when a wing came crashing down close to them - [i]too close[/i]. If they weren't going to get killed directly, then they surely would seem like collateral damage by this point. But, the deatchlaw persisted on hunting down the mercenary and then it let out this... [i]screech[/i]. It was powerful enough to push him back, a soft thud against the wall he was already pressed to, but it certainly made it clear that this winged deathclaw had more arsenal than they thought it did.

A scream. And then nothing.

He watched as the beast crushed the merc's head. It then let out soft clicks once more, but this one wasn't used for hunting them down, it would seem. It sounded like it was communicating. Two more thuds and then two more beasts of the same size and monstrous appearance came down. They seemed to argue for a while before they lifted off wherever, dragging the body of the Talon Merc with them. Marvin had watched a lot of people get eaten with him not doing anything. This wasn't any different. One less person to worry about, he figured. The smaller the group, the easier it is to maneuver around.

Marvin let out a sigh when the Latin person from earlier rose up to... who knows what he's doing. Perhaps it was a tradition from where he came from. [color=39b54a]"And here I thought I've seen everything this world could throw."[/color] He grumbled under his breath. As the person who had lived for the longest time out of all of them, he felt like he had some form of understanding with the wasteland. That was not the case at all and he felt cheated. His eyes trailed to the blood once more, the shimmer of the denarius catching his attention. Poor boy, taken by such a swift encounter.

He looked towards Frankie, silently asking if she was alright, and then to John, to see if the guy was still standing. Marvin, himself, was completely fine. He was more worried about their suits than them being injured. Such fragile things, those suits were. It only took a sharp rock or some glass to tear through it. Marvin couldn't imagine how they felt about their suits. Duct tape did the work of mending it, but still.

At Khaliya's order, he began to head up as well. [color=39b54a]"Better keep quiet too."[/color] He said over the comms, as if it wasn't an obvious thing to keep in mind. [color=39b54a]"Winged deatchlaws... wonder what's next?"[/color] He continued to speak as he went up the stairs behind Servius. Indeed, Marvin wondered what would happen to them now. Evidently, the wasteland was not kind to them.