Djaro felt the sudden thrill of the ancients within him as he pulled the trigger on his rifle, the smile growing on his lips. The cultist had felt he would have been afraid of risking his life in the name of the Great One, but it turns out that once the explosions erupted and the blood began to flow, he could feel the power of his God in his veins. Once the infidels were dead and they retrieved the tablets, it was only a matter of days before the summoning would begin.
"For the Serpent!" he cried in archaic Babylonian, the .30 caliber bullet he fired glancing off the rocks near the infidels head.
"Vshchch tzk tzmm'mmdk!" a voice replied from the beach. Djaro paused on the action of his Gewehr 98, wondering why someone would remark they were a mongoose. His contemplation only lasted as long as it took for James to rise out from behind the rocks and fire his pistol, his bullet ending Djaro's enlightenment and subsequently, life.
James, for his part, wasn't as keen to meet his creator and cursed again as another storm of bullets rattled against the rocks he clung to. Sand and smoke filled the air, and though James was adept at using his pistols for almost any situation...being assaulted on all sides by bullets and blades was a bit too chaotic for semi-automatic weaponry.
His eyes fell upon the fallen Tommy gun not 5 feet from his shoes, and he waited for the next volley of bullets and cascading sand before he leaped for the gun, a sword nearly decapitating him as he rolled. He only rolled over the Thompson, firing three rounds of his pistols into the chest of the lunatic with the shamshir before holstering them and grabbing the Tommy gun. He had never gotten to his feet quicker in his life, and just as he heard Opportunity screaming for them to make it to the plane, he uttered a stream of "shits" as he fired into the line of cultists still coming at them from the blocked street.
Suddenly, James fell forward after snagging his foot on what he believed was a rock, dropping his gun and filling his mouth with sand. He found out a moment later that a maniac with a whip had managed to snare his foot, and the next whip crack sliced onto his chest. It shocked his senses, but when the third came he yanked his arm out to get ensnared, then yanked hard on the whip to pitch the fool forward. Planing his feet on the maniac's chest, he sent him end over end to hit the sand even harder than James had fallen.
The plane sputtered to life just as he recovered the Thompson, and Jack killed three men on Jame's heels with quick gunwork as the archaeologist ran for his life, spraying anyone who got too close with bursts of Tommy gun fire. A flash from within the plane showed Opportunity was multi-tasking. He didn't have time to admire her skillset at the moment, and just as his feet hit the peir and sand was replaced with a timber dock, the plane began to move. Slowly.
James couldn't blame them. If the shouts and racket behind him was any indication, not being as far away from the shore as soon as possible was a death sentence. It didn't make him feel any more comfortable, however.
"Run James!" Jack called, keeping the door open despite the fire aimed their way. Even a knife flew past James to embed itself on the pier. Right when the plane left the pier and out into open water, James tossed his Tommy gun to Jack and then leaped, doing the only thing he could think to do. He lashed out with the whip, ensnaring one of the supports on the plane's wing with his right hand just as Jack grabbed his jacket with his left, the spray of the sea shooting up his nose as he was ever so slowly pulled aboard.
Jack and James looked extremely unkempt and beaten as they slid into the plane, soaked. James coughing onto the floor of the machine, trying to get his next words out. "What was that!?" he yelled at Opportunity.
"Hey, I knew you'd make it." She said, waving a hand. "I made sure to stay close enough for you to."
In his jarred mind, he wasn't sure if he should be insulted that she had nearly left him, or flattered she knew he could get out of such a tight spot. He looked at Jack, hair dripping. "What about you?"
Jack smiled. "I'd have left you as soon as the plane was prepped." he said, clapping James on the back. @Penny