With the initial structure conquered, Kat led the charge. One of the big brutes rounded on her, its swing she blocked with the rod in her right hand while the left went into the beast’s stomach. She laughed as it flew across the room, knocking over the machine gunner and buying the human soldiers a valuable reprieve.
Just two short minutes after the assault had started, only two Murka’s remained. The rest were dead, dying, or incapacitated. Some by the clever work of Price, others by David’s deadly precision and even a couple were crumpled by the force of Sam’s gift but most had been taken down by Kat and she eyed the other two viciously, “Ice.” She yelled.
Sam’s hands flew forward, and the cold metal floor began to shimmer with the thin covering of ice. Kat felt her feet lose balance, so she fell to her knee’s in a dive and allowed her momentum to carry her forward. The Murka’s tried to step toward her but their thick boots could find no grip and so they were falling as Kat approached. As she slid past, each felt the full force of one of her rods in the gut and the last two remaining Murka’s fell. Kat stopped herself against the far wall and with careful feet she stood up.
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