[It's not letting up, no, but neither is your husband; once the machine gun is spent it's back to the shotgun, shot after shot after shot of high-powered rounds being fired into the thing until the tremors coursing through the ground are accompanied with the sensation of the ground being ripped up from below, sharply and violently enough to actually get Wesker to back off.]
Jaeger, get away from it -
[And with the tearing of the ground, the thing uproots itself - not to die, but rather to just...go, weirdly undulating off to god only knows where, somewhere across the city in the opposite direction.
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Jaeger, get away from it -
[And with the tearing of the ground, the thing uproots itself - not to die, but rather to just...go, weirdly undulating off to god only knows where, somewhere across the city in the opposite direction.
Wesker's breathing is heavy, but that's...huh.]
...Well, I suppose.
[Bye??]