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What a strange, strange turn of events they had walked into! Not the cultists of course, Ekaterine had long since stopped seeing Lucifer's foot soldiers as anything more than vermin to be snuffed out. They uninteresting in the same way that an infestation of cockroaches provoked digust instead of curiosity. The cultists and their animated armor set were simply blights that required a good scourging. It was a simple matter to spear them, to blast their filthy flesh from cursed bones while her comrades defenestrated some and hacked the others to bits. That was all good and righteous, the way things ought to have been.  

But what made her uncomfortable was the appearance of the two strangers. One a fool and the other merely mysterious, the man wielding officer's pistols and the woman an MP5. Ekaterine spared them a glance even as she looked for her next target, narrowed eyes betraying a certain motherly disapproval. Outward appearances marked the Russian as guilty of Samson's pride while the woman with her painted lips and sensual tone was perhaps a Delilah of sorts in terms of impropriety if not plans of sabotage.

But there was no time for a Biblical lecture. Someone had let slip the dogs of war and she could hear them coming, hateful creatures baying for the blood of those who would stand against evil. The good pastor called for help and it was her duty to answer it. Hundreds of pounds of blessed steel over faith-backed muscled slammed into the first dog before it could clamp its jaws around a limb. And while her shotgun tore an ugly gash through the beast it wasn't enough for a kill.

The others were on her before she could work the action, holy cannon torn from her grasp as they swarmed her. Three sets of teeth dug into the limbs unprotected by her chestplate, staining their teeth with her blood. Whatever foul liquid served as her saliva burned badly, like hellfire injected directly into her muscles, but the pain was drowned by hate. When Ekaterine shouted it was not a cry for help but a warning of what was to come. 

With the shotgun tossed to the side she fell back on her APS, dumping twenty rounds of 9x18mm ammo in under a second. The injured dog was simply shredded, leaving the madwoman free to pummel the skull of another with knuckles and pistol butt. Ekaterine shrieked and  screamed all the while, deaf to all but the sound of a skull plate snapping under her fists as she fought to keep from being mauled. 

[color=thistle]"Bleed and die! Bleed and die! Bleed and DIE!"[/color]