<b> Bzrzrzrzrzrzrzrz </b><br/><br/>The sound of the minigun was more like that of a sewing machine than it was of thunder, though it surely where<i>loud<i> and near deafening none the less. The shots were fired too fast, too quickly for each of them to have that, satisfying, sound of thunder, each shot came so quickly after the other, fifty per second, that it where, quite literally, a line of lead that were used to “paint” the carapace of a dusk, no scattering or imprecise weapon it first made a dent and a split second later tore apart the dusk in a shower of gore.<br/>
A seconds silence followed before the sound began anew <b>Bzrzrzrzrzrzrzrz</b> this one had been trying to get closer, its tentacles where quite literally torn off its lower body and it was flung through the air. A moments silence, then it came again <b> Bzrzrzrzrzrzrzrz </b> and again<b> Bzrzrzrzrzrzrzrz </b> each time it came with shorter and shorter breaks in between as the minigun spat out death until it was simply a never ending loud noise as Blades sought to keep the creatures at bay, while simultaneously trying to shoot those grabbling at her companions.<br/>
Normally someone using a minigun would fire a few seconds at a time at most and then look for the next target, never ever going “full auto” however Blades where simply not that experienced yet and she wasted a lot of shots as she went from target to target, losing the overall picture as she let out a scream while trying to cut Sam down with another short burst. And if successful she’d make a brief gesture screaming for Same to open a portal, to try to get people out of here, before she returned to the fighting.<br/>
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And then it happened. After exactly three minutes and twenty seconds, there was a repeated “wirrrrrrrrr” sound that signaled that the minigun had run out of ammo, ten thousand preciscion shots fired with incredible force, spent in exactly three minutes and twenty seconds song of death.<br/>
With the short pauses in acquiring new targets she had perhaps kept them at bay for four minutes, now however she was out of ammunition, pulling a grenade she lobbed it up with all her force, only to see it explode harmlessly behind the dusks, which meant that the two meter tall woman was a very large, very visible target, armed only with a machete, that she was in a hurry to try to pull, likely however it was already too late.<br/>
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<span style="color: DarkOrange">Fuck…</span> <br/>
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<b><span style="color: DarkOrange">Someone! Get the Venan out to safety, open portals and get the hell away! I got explosives! I won’t be taken alive! Hurry!</span> </b><br/>
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Whether that was to be true, whether blades would manage to buy time at the cost of her own life, was a very open question, probably quite unrealistic too, but it did not stop the tall woman for shouting and going for it</i></i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>