When Alex hears the sound of gunfire -- not to mention giant robot thing and prehistoric sea-whale-things and crazy bitch riding whatever the hell that was -- he reaches for the other sidearm and moves to the edge of the water, keeping himself behind a chunk of concrete in case anything else comes flying out of the water as he fires in the general direction of the whale things.
They're big animals.
The click-click of empty clips meets his ears, and instead of taking the time to dig for ammo in his bag and reload, he does the next best thing he can think of.
Which is grab a chunk of concrete, heft it in his hand, and then hurl it in the direction of the thing trying squirm into the water. He's got a decent arm, but it lands short, and he swears, growls, and picks up another, hurling it.
This one lands with a thunk on bone, and he grins, before ducking down behind the rock. Once the adrenaline wears off...he's going to be hurting.
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Date: 2007-09-28 05:37 am (UTC)They're big animals.
The click-click of empty clips meets his ears, and instead of taking the time to dig for ammo in his bag and reload, he does the next best thing he can think of.
Which is grab a chunk of concrete, heft it in his hand, and then hurl it in the direction of the thing trying squirm into the water. He's got a decent arm, but it lands short, and he swears, growls, and picks up another, hurling it.
This one lands with a thunk on bone, and he grins, before ducking down behind the rock. Once the adrenaline wears off...he's going to be hurting.