[Bullets rip into it, making a weird, mushy-crunchy sound. Not unlike firing right into a garden. Or a jungle.]
Watch it!
[He needs those hands, thanks. He wrenches said hands to drive the beasty to one side while it's pelted with ammo, and it seems to all but shake off its damage. Maybe a little disoriented, though? Can't be doing nothing to it, right? But Wash succeeds in distracting it, the bigger, potentially tastier threat. While Church scrambles back to his feet, the thing seems like it's about ready to charge up again. Just...a little lopsided.]
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Watch it!
[He needs those hands, thanks. He wrenches said hands to drive the beasty to one side while it's pelted with ammo, and it seems to all but shake off its damage. Maybe a little disoriented, though? Can't be doing nothing to it, right? But Wash succeeds in distracting it, the bigger, potentially tastier threat. While Church scrambles back to his feet, the thing seems like it's about ready to charge up again. Just...a little lopsided.]
Go for its bullshit vine legs!