Raymond Stantz

Stitch follows quickly therafter on all fours, claws clicking on the pavement as he scurries after Ray. Eyes narrowed, teeth bared to the gum and growling up a storm, it's probabloy not what New York's finest were expecting.

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Chances are they aren't expecting the human-yautja (he's got the mask on, but from the neck down he's wearing regular human-clothing) with his large supply of sharp things.

Which, face it, he's probably going to forget about. He does that.

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He's in his own armor, legion-standard gladius at his hip as his eyes take in the situation.

He's a little overwhelmed by the technology, but the strange looking people, and the strange looking roads (and the very Romanic architecture, which he notes and puts into the back of his mind for later), but it doesn't show.

He's a trained Cursor. And a soldier.

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Christine is cloaked, of course.

When she has diplomatic status it will be different. Then she can let them figure out how to react. Right now she's cloaked so as not to slow down her time dueling the creatures she's not honorably allowed to hunt.

. . . they look like they might be capable fighters, too. Look at their weapons; very well-cared for.

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The police look over the assortment of Ray's new arrivals, and then back to the Ghostbuster. "No rock this time?" says one of them.

"Naraht couldn't make it. How far down are they?"

"Not too far from here. People're getting out of their cars and running, but the cars're slowing the things down."

"All right," Ray says. "Come on, guys."

Once they're up the on-ramp on the highway it's blatantly obvious where the mob of beasts has gone. The damage done to abandoned cars, the dents and scrapes in the pavement, and the rather generously marked scent trail- so to speak- are dead giveaways. So's the fact that up ahead, there are massive grey rhino-like forms moving southward, flanking something similarly rhino-like that's a good twenty feet tall.

The wind is not in our heroes' favor. Between the rhino-things (titanotheres, but it's hard to tell the species from the back) and the forward Milliways patron, Stitch, something lets out a weird booming cry.

Three somethings.

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Stitch grimaces at the aanimals various leavings strewn about the pavement and is peering after the retreating titanotheres when the noise comes. He spins in its direction.

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Spoon...roars back. He knows that Christine is going to do exactly the same thing (or has already started), so what the hell. It's not like his voice is going to hold a candle to his friend's.

There's a thing booming at him. He's going to kill it. (Probably with his teeth.)

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I'm very very stupid and Kita is going to kill me if I die here.

Somehow, this thought makes sense.

But what makes more sense is his hand on the gladius, the reminder in his head that he's not amongst the men of his legion, that he doesn't have his shield with him... and that he's not fighting people.

No holding back.

Despite the lack of furies at his disposal, the shift in his stance and the hardness in his eyes tells anyone looking at the young man has just become a hell of a lot more dangerous.

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Cre'hktdi takes the time to uncloak, because roaring while invisible just doesn't match the spirit of the thing.

She leaps to catch a fire escape and get a higher view of the three-somethings, throws her head back, and roars. (Appropriately, the sound is primeval.)

. . . back to seeing what she's roaring at.

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The largest mammalian land predator ever to live was a great doglike thing with jaws as long as a man's arm and hoofs nearly as hard as rock. It stood a good six foot high at the shoulder, and was twice that, nose to tail.

It was also a tawny brown color, with stripes on the shoulders that broke away into stipples and spots over the hindquarters, and this can be said with some certainty because there are three of them charging between the abandoned cars and coming straight at the would-be hunters.

(Behind them loom a pair of beasts of similar height and size, looking more like huge bears than anything else. THOSE are just climbing over the cars, and leaving massive damage in their wake.)

Ray gulps and ignites his lightsaber.

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Stitch flatens his ears and quickly scans the road. A minute later, he's hefted one of the many parked cars over his head and lobs it in to the charging beasts path.

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Spoon would be in awe of the car lifting.

Except that the thingy in the middle is ALL HIS and he is going to REMOVE ITS HEAD. Spoon's going to head toward the doglike-things, and he's after the biggest one.

While giggling.

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Tavi moves, heading for one of the creatures. After battling both Canim and Vord, these things aren't so much terrifying as interesting, his only concern having to do with not wanting to get hurt because if he gets hurt he'll have to explain the scar to Kitai and that will be more trouble than it's worth.

The gladius flashes in the light of the day but the young man is quick, almost too quick to see as his vision goes faintly red in a way that makes his heart hurt.

Kitai.

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. . . the only one whose target she can identify? That would be Spoon.

Christine chooses not to join the brawl by smacking the others aside, climbing a little higher, flinging herself to a window ledge, hanging upside down from one foot for a moment with her palms braced against the wall--

--and then she pushes off, flipping in midair, landing with her combistick in hand and her mandibles agape near one of the two larger creatures; for a moment she waits to see what comes after her.

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WHOMP goes the Nissan Versa into the pavement directly in front of one of the especially bitey beasts.

(Somewhere, a small besweatered Japanese man twitches, and does not know why.)

It doesn't hit the animal straight off, but the car does roll when it hits the asphalt and then it whomps into the beast's side. There's some cracking noises- could be ribs, could be glass- and then yipping noises of confusion and pain. The creature staggers, rights itself, and glares balefully at Stitch.

As for the one in the middle, well- Spoon is getting the ancient beast's equivalent of "bring it, bitch" in terms of body language. It paws the pavement with one hoof and SNARLS.

One of the bearlike things continues stomping its way over the cars, heading inexorably towards Ray and Tavi; the other turns in Christine's direction and rears up on its hind legs. And up, and up. This is Sarkastodon, and when it stands on its hind legs its forepaws can touch things nineteen feet up.

Oh, and it moves quickly enough to protect its belly, too, so this should be interesting.

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The creature is likewise glared at. He's not rushing in just yet. Not until can get more of a feel for how this thing moves.

"Feeboogoo." It's hissed through gritted teeth.

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Good. Challenge, response, snarl...and SNARL in return. That last would be from Spoon. While he's doing his best to circle it prior to hurting it a lot.

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Tavi looks to Ray.

"You know anything about fighting in pairs?"

He does, but that light thing looks rather dangerous.

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Cre'hktdi is both fascinated and gratified.

She growls, loudly, shifting her stance to make up for its roll, and starts moving back towards the buildings.

She's going to have to get some height off the ground if she wants to reach anything vulnerable.

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Christine's best bet may be the lightposts that line the elevated highway, at least for perches to allow leaping. The Sarkastodon isn't designed for bipedal motion, though. It won't be able to maintain that posture long, especially not if it keeps trying to swipe at her. It'll have to come down and give all fours a go, rather like the one that's lumbering inexorably towards Ray and Tavi.

"I spent a good five years learning the technique and I try to keep in practice with it," Ray answers. "I'm game if you are."

As for the Andrewsarchus pack, Spoon's beast is circling him in return, its ears pricked forward and its snarl something awful to hear. The one Stitch stunned paces back and forth erratically, trying to walk off its injury before lowering that massive head and making ready to spring.

The third is sniffing at the car that Stitch threw and warily observing its comrades' fortunes.

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The Andrewsarchus is eyed warily as it paces. Once it has gne into a crouch, Stitch rushes forward hoping to take it by surprise. Unfortunately this does not occur, the predator charging forward as well and the large fangs graze the top of Stitch's bulbous head before he ducks between its forelegs and out of reach. A moment later, he's seized the animal by the tail and pulls backward.

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It takes a moment, then Spoon sees an opening and lunges as quickly as possible in an attempt to catch his Andrewsarchus in the neck. Not quite fast enough, however, and he lets go of the sword as soon as he realizes that it's gotten itself wedged in the thing's shoulder.

Right, then.

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Tavi nods to Ray.

"I'll take right top, you take left bottom. I'll be pushing off of one of those things," he tilts his chin to a car, " to try and chop it's head off while you distract it to attempt to get it to protect it's belly."

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