Seven stared at the monstrosity, wide eyed. For once, he didn't have a snarky comment or quip on his tongue. He could only say one thing, in a quiet, firm voice. 'Run.' Eager to pull his gaze away from the beast, he turned and shot off, faster than the eye could see. He was planning to keep as much distance as possible from him and that.

Zachary quickly put his hand over his right eye, covering it as to stem the blood that was dripping out like tears. "He is right, we must run." He pushed Chell back. "Run!" His voice rasped and he coughed before turning back to the beast. He pointed his shovel at it and prayed. "Fm'latgh uaaah." Wires shot out of the shovel's head and etched themselves into the beast's body before igniting. Zachary waited for the others to run behind him before scraping a line between him and the beast and prayed again. "Ya s'mmn whwl uv fyri uaaah." The line caught on fire and then elongated, carving itself around the beast before shooting up to make a wall of fire. He stumbled, weak from the use of mana. His ears rang and bled from the voices that yammered in his head and he turned around and began running blindly away from the beast, using its malicious energy as a guide of where not to run. His hands covered his ears and he shook his head trying to clear it. He ran away from the energy, trying to relief himself of its grasp, like humid fog that weighed down on him.

Frost started running, hoping that some magic-spellcaster could buy some time.
He fingered his torch. If the beast came too close, maybe he could burn it...

Seven finally dared to look behind him. Too many people were still too far behind, and he needed to do something to delay the monster. If he was going to beat it, he'd need everybody's help, so no one should have to die here. He stopped, bent down, and picked up a piece of stone. He only had to look the monster for a millisecond to be able to calculate his next move. He took a step back, and placed his front foot forward, along with extending his hand with the rock in it backwards. He closed his eyes, and a bright blue flame enveloped his hand. He poured all of his energy into it, and opened his eyes, revealing a blazing sapphire fire. With all his might, he threw the rock, faster than any bullet could ever go. Leaving a trail of red behind it, the rock headed directly for what seemed like the beast's chest.

(((OOC: ONE PAWNCH!)))

Chell's eyes gazed at the creature for a second. That was all it took for her to completely space out and isolate herself from the world around her: the pictures began fading into darkness, only her body left into the void. It was a truly horrible feeling that she could just not comprehend. Even after Zach pushed her she remained in this terrible limbo; only when the wall of flames rose in front of her eyes she regained some consciousness. The fire was bright and vivid and it triggered something inside her. The relentless flame in her eyes burned even brighter. Her eyes darted around, observing her surroundings and quickly elaborating information and patterns.

As she spotted Seven, Chell anticipated his intentions. This monster was a foe that had to be stricken down in one blow in order to avoid further casualties. She tapped Straz's shoulder, grabbing his attention.

"Trace his attack. Fire the biggest bang you have available." she said with a blank expression on her face, but her eyes were burning with determination. In a blur, she disappeared from in front of Straz and dashed her way next to Vitality. She tapped his shoulder and aimed her gun up, ready to fire.

An instant after Seven threw the incandescent projectile, she fired her Enfield. The bullet traced perfectly the rock's trajectory.

"Awwww, come on now! Don't be SHY!!!'
Catching a good eye of the monster's position, Zoe attempts to strafe it from the left, pulling the blade around herself to turn herself into a sharp pirouette of death.

Klein was simply ecstatic yet he found no reason to act. Everyone was all so jittery, all so lively like fire! They were fighting this tentacle creature and he found such joy in the combat that was unfolding. People were getting wounded and the horror as well, but so glorious the pyre he thought would arise from burning its fresh carcass!

He smiled wide and his yellow eyes glinted with excitement. He raised his clawed hand, a few metallic tinks began the spark and from the center of the palm a fire ignited. Dark flames roared from his hand and rocketed towards the eldritch horror. It would crash onto the being with a force similar to a solid beam of concrete but would it be enough? He didn't care. The flames were bright and lively, dancing in his sights and that was all there is to it for him.

At least for now.

And his laughter. Oh he missed laughing this much.

Vitaliy was interrupted by a sudden tap on his shoulder. Glancing over, he saw the sonic-speed sniper from before. Letting out a slight sigh, he took a few quick, painful steps to take partial cover behind a tree as he adjusted his aim.

"I got a really bad feeling this isn't going to work..." Vitaliy whispered quietly, mostly to himself, as he doubted anyone would hear him in his position.

A loud ear-snapping clicking noise of metal grating against metal sounded from the twin revolvers as Vitaliy fired a barrage of 24 shots towards the "thing". The guns were able to spew out bullets insanely fast, something he still took a bit of mild amusement in due to still being a fresh change to his normal armaments. He averted his gaze to avoid staring in "it's" direction once he had the bullet lines adjusted to keep ahead with his own accuracy. Just throwing glances towards the d@mn slimy aquarium monstrosity gave him chills. Bullets specifically aimed at random places along the front of what appeared of the monsters body, he made an exception with 4 shots diverting instead towards the direction of the high-velocity rock was headed. Figuring that all of them aiming for the same spot would be somewhat impractical, he simply aimed to cover for that end with his own part.

Vitaliy wasn't exactly sure if giant ugly squid demons could be overwhelmed, but he certainly hoped so. Once all his shots were fired, he braced himself for whatever would come back at the group from the nasty thing.

The rock and bullets all hit the creature at once. The stone and rounds piercing through the thing's bulbous flesh covered body, leaving huge holes in its hide. Their moment of victory ended as abruptly as it came, however. The wounds closed almost instantly. Zoe sliced with all of her heart, but every cut on the thing's torso healed immediately. The twin fireballs fizzled and disappeared right before hitting the creature. The tentacles with mouths began roaring as the thing started rolling towards them.

'Yeah, no, fuck this.' Seven transferred whatever little remaining energy he had into his legs and sprinted as fast as he could, eventually scaling a building in seconds by running up it, and then continuing to run across the rooftops.

Gaius, seeing and hearing the running of his allies, abruptly stopped attacking. As he backed off, the beast's wounds healed. This was a fight he could not win. He returned his shield to his back and began to overclock his speed, hoping to get everyone away safely. He did howver, keep out his sword, ready to retaliate in case the beast could keep up with him.

(OOC= If Alph was here, we could take the car, right? Or is it broken?
Edit=OOC= Is the IRC not working for everyone else?)

Klein was busy laughing until he saw Seven make a break for it. Curious as to why he decided to follow without turning to see the rolling horror just behind them. He felt an aching feeling of dread well up inside of him but he had to catch up to his friend before any of that mattered.

His lighter-machete glowed bright as he gave chase.

Frost felt he was playing mental chess with the beast. He managed to predict the attacks, and dodged all of them.
He leaped to the side, and a millisecond later, cracks had appeared where he used to stand.
"Not everything can be beaten. Sometimes, you have to just regroup and reload."
The others were running away as well. Frost was gaining distance, but he felt uneasy about the situation.

Stepping back into the dense treeline behind him, Vitaliy felt the pain in his leg growing. Glancing down, he realized the stress he was putting on the limb was building up. Tough or not, he couldn't keep walking on both feet without suffering permanent damage.

Gritting his teeth in frustration, Vitaliy kicked up a nearby large stick with his good foot, retracting his left-arm revolver and catching it with the now open hand. Using the length of wood as a makeshift walking stick, he made rapidly his way about 20ft back into the trees. Listening closely to the disgusting monster approaching, he leaned his stick against a nearby tree and braced himself against the trunk.

Running away from the thing if it noticed him wasn't an option, and Vitaliy sure as h#ll wasn't planning on grabbing it's attention. Letting it pass by him, he extended his left-arm revolver again and pointed both of the guns towards the direction of the rolling ball of doom. If it turned and went directly towards him through the trees, he would have no choice but to open fire. If he had estimated the thing's strength correctly, it would still be able to force it's way through the trees, but they would still slow it down, giving him more time to unload explosive bullets into it's ugly "expression".

Can't hurt it's body... can't force it back normally... gotta shoot the d@mn spaghetti arms! It's all I got... this better work.

Vitaliy whispered again just before firing, "Devils burn best deep fried..."

Shots pre-planned, he would fire rapidly in a spread with one gun until he landed a solid hit to hopefully reveal the creature, which he still had no intention of looking at other than quick glances for his shots. Other gun ready, he would then immediately focus on shooting all of the mouthed tentacles, starting with his free gun and as soon as possible adding the first gun as well. If it wasn't dead by the time the mouthed tentacles were gone, he would simply start dodging between the trees and continue to fire at the remaining tentacles. With any sort of luck he wouldn't have to use this plan... as he knew his mobility in CQC would be limited due to his damaged leg.

However, if the thing did indeed pass by him, he would wait a brief second before firing according to the same general plan minus the close range engagement. In addition, he would have to aim carefully through the trees, something that would limit the amount of shots he could make as the thing continued to pass by him. These shots would also be intentionally slower, however, both to keep up accuracy through the foliage and to avoid aggravating the thing more than the others were.

Possibly due to the crazy atmosphere of the reality he was trapped in, Vitaliy was beginning to become more and more inclined towards not giving up on the others in the group despite some of their obvious mental shortcomings. Something about them gave him hope that he would find possible equals to stick around with... a silly but surprisingly beautiful dream in his mind. Traveling alone was sometimes worse than dying alone.

Chell held her line, firing a couple more rounds towards the beast, but they had little impact. As her Enfield was pouring out shots, her eyes wandered to her side, spotting Straz standing next to her and most of the others making a run for it. She lowered the rifle and tapped Straz's shoulder: he looked like frozen in time.

"We have to run." she stated as the monster was mounting an advance towards them. She turned around, ready to leave, when she spotted Zach running around aimlessly. When he took a turn towards the monster, Chell dashed next to him. With vigor, she grabbed his arm, halting his run.

"Compose yourself!" she shouted with authority, pulling Zach by the sleeve and forcing him towards the direction that the rest of the people were running towards. She turned around, readying her rifle and firing 3 more shots, hoping to slow the abomination down.