Train Ride

While the combined firepower of Marcus, Dom, Kiva, and Warp was enough to keep the rapidly descending waves of Lambent Wretches away from damaging the group with their explosive deaths, the monstrosities continued their assault until the group made their way outside to the second car.

"Reavers!" Said Marcus, before he and Dom trained their fire on two low flying Reavers beside their car. The gunners on the Reaver's back carried torque bows, a fact that made Kiva duck into cover behind the railing with the two gears. Charging a torque arrow, Kiva stood just as the glowing end of the arrow became sufficiently bright. A trigger release send the arrow flying into the lead Reaver's eye, and the explosion sent it spiraling back into the Reaver behind it, and they both smashed into the tracks and out of sight.

After the threat was ended, the group quickly moved into the third car, which held several Lambent Wretches. Though the group made short work of them. A violent shudder from the car prompted Marcus to press his finger to his ear piece as Anya called in.

"You've only got a few seconds, we'll pick you up as soon as you plant the data!" Another set of voices cut in.

"Whoo! Yeah, baby!"

"Come on man, take 'em out!"

"It's your house baby! It's your house! Give 'em the pain!"

Kiva, who heard the exchange, flashed the briefest grin. Sure will, Cole Train... Though her usual blank expression returned once Marcus closed the comm. Nodding to Dom, he activated a switch to open the door.

The fourth car was a long expanse of cargo, with several Lambent Wretches advancing down the the car ahead.

"Let's get moving! They're gonna cut us off soon!" Marcus ordered, firing from the hip as he and Dom moved up against the approaching Wretches. Kiva followed suit, though she took more measured shots with the Boltok.

Warp, keeping up with everyone relatively easily and switching to his heavy pistol so his blade hand was free, also caught the exchange over radio and couldn't help but smile as he started firing shots into the Wretches. "Lively group you're running here, Fenix," he commented as a Wretch quickly learned the hard way that it would get the vitals near its head shanked and its corpse thrown towards its allies if it got too close to him. "Are they always like this?"