Casey grimaced as he saw his opponent clamber out of the vehicle.  There were two more limbs, just as hairy, and a pair of legs that looked inhumanly long.  The last pair of arms were carrying what might've been an amusingly archaic Thompson submachine gun, if they weren't in the process of reloading it's clip.  The wizard squeezed off a staccato rattle of semi-automatic fire from his pistol.  Eleven rounds, several of which hit chitinous flesh with a sickening squelch, splattering the ground with ichor and sending the spider-creature reeling in pain.  It fumbled the clip it was loading, and darted behind the still-idling SUV.  Casey was minutes out from help at best.<br/><br/>So he pushed himself off the ground as the blasted Rachling snatched up it's clip again, shifting it's weapon to a different pair of arms to nurse the one Casey had winged.  He sprinted for one of the concrete columns, and heard the shouting of some civilian, likely from one of the apartment windows.  It wasn't going to be enough to deter the Rachling, though he knew.  This was personal.  Just as he rounded the corner again, concrete shrapnel filled the air, and the cacophonous racket of gunfire chewed through the thick column.  Too slowly to ever get through, but certainly rapid enough that diving for new cover was suicide.<br/><br/>Casey waited for the pause that he knew would come with reloading, and -when it came- he rounded the column again.  Much to his chagrin, the Rachling had anticipated the move, and let out another burst of gunfire, likely the last of the clip.  The first winged  Casey's arm, and he let out a snarl of pain and fury, as blood began to trickle down his arm.  He heard the sound of a car-door opening and closing, and cursed himself for an idiot.  Of course, there was a driver.<br/><br/>He prepped his protection spell, and kicked it to life as he sprinted for the low dividing wall that separated the four-story lot from the outside.  He was on the third, and if he was injured in the landing, he'd have no way of fighting.  So instead, he hurled himself over as bullets rattled his shield, losing almost all momentum. and falling dead to the ground in his wake, as he launched himself out over the retaining wall.  There was a beat of free-fall, before he triggered the release, and force shunted him back into the parking ramp, a floor below.  He groaned as he rolled to his feet.<br/><br/>During the day, there was little in the way of vehicles to hide in or behind, but there were still columns aplenty.  He sprinted for one, even as he heard the clicking communication of the Rachlings from the floor above as they neared where he'd hurled himself.  He had only so long before they figured out just where he'd fallen.  He ducked behind another column, as the sound of sirens in the distance kicked to life.  Reinforcements, at least.  And a liability.  He was sure that the DMS branch in the city couldn't mobilize quite this quickly, which meant local LEOs.  But maybe it would be enough.<br/><br/>He chanced a glance around his hiding spot.  One of the Rachlings was clambering down the wall, it's limbs clinging like it's namesake as it descended.  Casey ducked his head out of the way again, trying to calm his racing breath.  He jerked his tie free of his neck, and tried to snug it one-handedly around the bullet wound.  He chanced a second glance, and bit off a curse.  The thing had followed the blood smeared from his arm into the level he was on, and was leaning close to it.  Smelling.<br/><br/>With a grimace, the wizard bolted for the stairwell.  There was a moment when only the rushing of blood in his ears, and the slapping of his soles on the pavement filled his ears, before the chatter of gunfire, and the shattering of brick picked up again, as he bolted down the stairs toward the ground floor.  Only there, he saw something that nearly froze him in place.  "No, nononono!"  He growled, as Evelyn bustled up the stairwell toward him.