Runs into a large van and cuts through it with sword, runs into an area slightly below the level of the rest of the battlefield and digs a foxhole.<br/><br/>Rest in the hole wondering how to come out of this predicament unscathed, looks at a small battalion of creatures and calls out to them, they each aim sword and gun at me, bearing fangs and any other weapons they have<br/><br/>"crap..."<br/><br/>"crap is right boy, you gonna be killed"<br/><br/>Macro wolf steps out from behind bunch, fangs gleaming and looking menacing.