Sheri scrambled down the length of the parking garage, trying to avoid the hail of bullets, eyes searching for anything that she could possibly grab for in an effort to at least slow this thing down. She’d seen how the shots Deadblood had fired had glanced right off that thing, and guessed it must be wearing some sort of extremely resilient armor from the way it didn’t even seem phased in the slightest. Although the Dessert Eagle packed a powerful round, Deadblood could have been using a pea-shooter for all the impact it seemed to have on that hulking monstrocity.

Her eyes settled on a sturdy looking wrought iron trash receptacle a little down the way, and figuring it was better than nothing she sent it sailing back in the creature’s direction with every ounce of force she could muster. Her aim proved true, and the heavy iron frame scored a direct hit to the chest of the thing, knocking it backwards and to the ground.

She fought the urge to look back, figuring that if it could shrug off Deadblood’s bullets like they were no more of a bother than a couple of pesky mosquitos that a fancy garbage can wasn’t going to put it down for very long at all. Better to take cover for now, and come up with a game plan while they had the chance.

“Deadblood!” She hissed, dodging up behind another column for the moment, still looking around for anything else to toss out to slow down their assailant.

“A bunch of trashcans are obviously not gonna win the day here, but if we can keep it far enough back and busy, something with a little more bang for the buck might present itself.”

Deadblood nodded briefly, remembering all too well the splitting headache brought on last time by overusing her power. It wasn’t something he really wanted to experience again, but desperate times called for desperate measures. That thing seemed to just shrug off bullets, but if they could manage to get it down perhaps firing at closer range would remedy that, and if not there was his katana as well.

“What exactly are you thinking? There isn’t really anything in here that I can see making a good projectile.” Deadblood scanned the dimly lit parking garage as well, looking for anything that might fit the bill and coming up just as empty handed as Sheri. The lot was astoundingly clean and clear of debris that could have proved useful to them.

“I don’t know, but something will turn up. I think staying back would be a good idea until then, though.”

“If you want to keep any kind of distance, we’d probably better get moving, now. It’s back up.” A loud crash proved Deadblood right, as the thing shoved the heavy metal can aside and began to rise up from the ground as if it wasn’t the least bit phased by that either. Before either of them could say any another word, it began to fire again in their direction, steadily continuing towards them almost robotically.