"Are you a raptor or a fuckin' eel?!" Erik growled as yet another swipe with his wrist blade cut nothing but air.
The eel in question responded with yet another flash, blinding him for just long enough for a second beast to sweep his legs out from under him. He hit the snow face-first and immediately felt pressure on his legs as they were pulled apart.
They were trying to wishbone him.
A quick burst of his rocket boots took care of that problem, but that still left him with all the other ones.
What they initially thought had been just three raptors turned out to be TEN, with six still going strong. And judging from the damage on some of them, they were smart enough to not only keep their true numbers hidden, but maybe even attempt to demoralize their enemies by swapping out damaged units for fresh ones to make it seem like they were unstoppable.
His surprise sidearm hidden in an internal thigh holster hadn't been as much of a surprise as he'd hoped, with his first shot going wide when one of the things closed the distance and bit down on the gun. He managed to shake it off, but not before it managed to crush the barrel, unbeknownst to him, causing the handcannon to explode on his second shot.
He had no idea where his shotgun was or if it was even still functional.
Nick and the kids had joined the fight from atop the bus, fully exposed but holding their own against three of the saurian bastards. But at this point a battle of attrition wasn't one they would win.
The three raptors facing Erik had figured out that even though the helmet made him immune to the crippling data package transmitted through the flash, the flash itself was still more than his optics could handle even through a camera. His welding dimmer didn't help either, rendering him basically blind in such low light as well.
From there the dino-bots had completely controlled the fight, keeping him off-balance and gradually herding him further and further away from the bus.
'If anyone's up there and gives a shit about about lives they didn't create...now would be a good time to throw us a bar,'
His answer came not in the form of a bar, but a knife. Several, actually. Zooming above his head, over his shoulder, around his arms and even through his legs to turn one of the unsuspecting raptors into a living knife block. A second had its head lopped off by a large, segmented disk with sharpened edges that glinted in the waning sunlight. The third recognized the new threat and tried to face it, but ended up being tackled to the ground when a quick burst from Erik's rocket boots closed the distance between them far quicker than it was ready for. He then stabbed his blade into its head and ended the threat with a vicious twist.
Erik turned to see Doll, now standing on the floating disk with a proper superhero look to match her entrance.
"Medusa rules; don't look 'em in the eyes."
"Annoying, but doable."
They nodded to each other and moved to take down the last three theropods, but as Doll waved her hand to pull her knives back from the corpse, it turned out that it wasn't a corpse just yet. The pincushion unleashed a shriek unlike anything Erik had heard from the creatures before.
The three raptors still harassing the students suddenly stopped dead in their tracks, heads whipping towards their fallen packmate. Then, in perfect unison, their heads flicked up slightly to look directly at the new arrival and their eyes pulsed a few times before going solid red. The students tried to take advantage of the distraction and got off a few good shots on each of them, but the things just didn't care. They took off in a dead sprint right at the two greatest threats, throwing tactics out the window in favor of pure aggression.
