CptCommie

Seeing the acid strike Podo in the leg, and watching as he stumbled after firing the Plasma bolt from his arm, CptCommie knew he was in trouble. Seeing how the Devoured had taken some serious damage before hand and walked out fine, if not angrier, he was not sure if this large attack would take it out. CptCommie reached into Iosifs bag and removed a syringe, some medical tape and wraps.
"Your not gonna actually help that guy, are you? I mean, I heard he threw a rock at you."
Frustrated with his insolence, CptCommie grabbed Iosifs shoulder and spun him around.
"Unless you feel like engaging those nightmarish beasts yourself in melee, I suggest you shut up and cover me."
Keeping low, he sprinted out from behind the van while Semenov and Iosif put even more fire onto Adam. Ducking behind two cars he reached Podo, who was still moving, though his foot still looked bad off.
"Here, this is a local anesthetic and some stuff to cover the foot. If nothing else, it should cushion it so you put a bit more weight on it."

CptCommie had no idea that Podo was about to hurl a sizable rock at high speeds towards his window. He had made no plans for such an action, as was only able to fall flat on his back as the chuck ripped through the already damage wall and slammed into the far side of the room. Pissed, but having not incured any bodily harm, he stood up, dusted himself off, and went Semenov.
"I think we may have annoyed the Goblin, Pogo or something. Keep an eye out for any new targets."
CptCommie returned to his previous location and watched The Family men hit the Rikti with a giant I-Beam. As the alien smashed into a wall, and limped off, CptCommie looked towards Iosif.
"Pull the trap, Iosif! We may be moving soon!"
Semenov ran to where his leader was standing.
"Podo went over head. We can assume he knows something we don't. Maybe where the rest of the fight is."
"Alright, we'll follow him."
Jogging down the stairs to where Iosif was just removing the last grenade and placing it back in his bag, he left the door and stuck close to the buildings. Weaving through the rubble, they managed to find Adam and Eve. Taking shelter behind a van, they would wait until the beasts became totally occupied doing something else before striking.

Catching the glare of Chertak, and taking great enjoyment from his obvious pain, CptCommie smiled. He raised his hand in front of his face and gave a thumbs up, returning the gesture. However, CptCommie swiftly changed it into a far more menacing hand signal. Turning his head to the right, he shouted for Semenov to fire. He raised his rifle, taking careful aim for the crippled and wounded Rikti, and fired his rifle grenade. CptCommie let loose with another clip of standard ammunition at the Rikti as well.

Seeing the Rikti infuriated CptCommie beyond no end. He loaded the M203 and switched out the mag. He replaced it with a larger magazine, loaded with a special ammunition. He took aim and let loose the entire magazine at his target, only pausing to refine his aim every couple of shots. The rounds screamed downrange at there target, the mercury tipped slugs traveling at the speed of sound. When these bullets found their target the end would flatten, propelling the mercury at incredilby speeds in the forms of knives deep in the victim.

CptCommie and the two mercs rushed out the door, then crouched behind a slab of steel and rebar fallen from a damaged tower. From there, he bounded from cover to cover, with Iosif and Semenov in close order, only puasing to cover each other. The trio stopped behind and smoldering bus and looked down the street. What appeared to be Podo from earlier was fighting a Rikti swordsman in the street. Assessing that having a melee fighting in the team was always advantageous, He decided to aid Podo. Quickling sprinting into a building, the three men clamored up the stairs. Finally reaching the fourth level, CptCommie set up his men.

Iosif was put on the stair well, watching with his AK-47 and a pair of hand grenades on a string. The two grenades where concealed in to trash at the base of the stairs, the cans and bottles would only add more shrapnel to the already potent trap. Semenov watched out the window into the street. He did not have his weapon out, and was nearly invisible to the naked eye. His job was to alert the other two men if attacks were coming. CptCommie Stood in the corner of the window and took aim at the Rikti Podo was fighting. He squeezed off a few shots before dropping out of sight.

CptCommie ran toward the door, only a few minutes late. He had ran to the armory to acquire some ammo, and two satchel charges. These were strung across his chest, and from a untrained eye seemed like simple bags full of various junk. When he saw that the doors to the arena where closed, he cursed and slammed his fist on the door. He turned to look for the guard of that door, who he quickly found.
"Is there anyway I can still get into this fight? I'm really not even that late, I haven't heard any commotion from iside yet."

OOC: Sorry for the absence, I've had a crazy weekend. Count me in on this one from the start!

Semenov recognized the attack, and shot a web grenade into the lunging Crab Spider. Iosif remained out of cover until the last moment, blazing away at the face of the Crab Spider. At the last moment he ducked and crouched behind their meat shield, who had been obligingly still. Both hoped that the Crab Spiders intertia would carry them forward and show the two an open back.
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CptCommie fell onto his back as Farfield entered. The blasts of heat came dangerously close to his ear as the wizzed by, searing his hair. When Farfield threw himself at the Russian Commando, CptCommie threw his feet up above his head and into the chest of Farfield. He did not expect to send it going anywhere, just push it into the air a bit so that it flew and tumbled over him. He hoped to be able to fire into the damaged chest of the Web Master as it lay stunned on the ground.

The Webmaster scattered CptCommie and his men, sending them in two different directions. CptCommie ran to the left, firing with his own AK-101, pausing to launch a M203. Iosif and Semenov ran right to cover behind the large man, who seemed to be very good at taking hits. <--(Goro) From their new fortified position, they fired onto the Webmaster. Semenovs weapon whispered quiet death; the only sign it was even in use was the muzzle flare, a bright blue. Iosif was less obvious, the AK belching lead at an astonishing rate into the vicinity of the Crabs.

"Now good doctor, you know I do not normally lower myself to these means, but these are extreme circumstances."
CptCommie slid the envelope across the desk with a gloved hand and a nod. The clerk immediately acknowledged the circumstances and greedily snatched the packet. Inside was two thousand dollars, insuring that CptCommie's loyal mercs would not fall in battle. When they were about to be killed, they would be medi-ported out of harms way, as well as out of the game. CptCommie was too attached to the men he would be bringing into the fight. His 2nd-in-Command Lt. Semenov and his most faithful follower Iosif. Iosif made up for his lack of skill with a almost fool hardy bravery and determination.

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The guard looked over the trio as the approached the door. The leader was wearing a Russian commanders hat as well as a face mask. The visor of the hat hid the eyes and the mask most of the rest of the face, leaving only a small layer of skin visible. His shirt was a beige military jacket with a bandolier of ammo strung across his chest. He wore long khaki pants and military boots, even though they were barely visible under the pants. Iosif was wearing standard shades of grey Mercenary Armor, a AK-101 held loosely in his hands. Semenov had a silenced G3-6 Assault Rifle and straight black camouflage. All had a red and yellow star on their chest however. When CptCommie was in arms reached he held out his I.D papers and other necessary paraphernalia.