"I'm Elyssa. Would you like an overlay showing you shelters? I can pipe them to your augments. I don't know how best to work with you yet, so please feel free to tell me to change any of it."

"Diego."

"Marci."

"Kenny."

"Juniper and does it fucking matter we need to be moving!"

Aaaaauuuughhhh- There is so much happening and she's reeling and feeling the gun in one hand - unreal, solid metal - and her hammer in the other and-

"Directions. Yes."

An overlay appears, complete with a dotted line on the ground. "That way!"

Now is a very good time for the street kids to vacate the area, because a small flock of model ones flaps up toward them, and a pack of model threes are visible approaching the concrete barrier and starting to climb.

"Alright, run! We're going for shelter!"

...These can only shoot Antithesis.

"-Elyssa! Four more guns! And tell me if they're catching up! You guys, go go go go!"

She hands the one she's holding to Juniper, as they all start running. Marci is slowest, and so is she, thanks to the cuts on their respective calves.

(She still has her hammer, not thinking to set it down. Things are happening so fast.)

"Are you sure? That's forty points- A significant fraction of your total. You might need those later. For example, for medical supplies."

"Just-! Fine! One more, and a holster for it. Appear it right on me, right side! I know you Samurai can do that! We're kind of busy so no more arguing!"

"You're the Vanguard - what you call Samurai - and I'm an AI. But very well."

Behold: A gun.

The ones swoop lower, three diving at the kids and three at Lenora. The chain rattles as the threes climb higher.

"Model Ones! Turn and shoot!"

She grabs at the shape she feels on her right side. The holster is right there, and clearly designed to be easy to draw from, but she's never done this before- She yanks it out with one hand-

-There's a thunderous sound as Juniper pops one of the diving Models-

She drops her hammer and puts her other hand on the gun in a pose vaguely remembered from movies and pulls her hands up and pulls the trigger over and over and over.

-Another loud CRACK from her right side-

-The Hummingbird refuses to fire until it's actively pointed at a Model One. CRACK CRACK. She's surprised by the sudden pull of recoil. Her aim goes wild again.

And then they're out of time.

The first pigeon-sized plant monster dives at Juniper, hitting her center-of-mass, and knocking her over with several scratches and bruises. The second tears Lenora's shirt and nicks her arm.

We have metal sticks and we're not afraid to use them!

Also, Diego will scramble for the gun Juniper dropped!

"I'm shit at guns apparently!" She nearly drops it in shock, even, wheeling around to try and watch where the remaining threats are going. Weren't there more around here somewhere?

Diego has, actually, been to a gun range. His daddy was a cop, once upon a time.

He has decent aim. CRACK. Pivot. CRACK.

Good timing. The threes just made it over the edge of the barrier, and bound silently at them, three-part jaws spread wide in preparation for their attacks.

"Elyssaaa give me something I can spray and pray!"

She speaks just barely slow enough to be understood. "Type-M 'Hornet' SMG. 40 points. Same aim assist and Antithesis targeting. Good?"

"Just send it send it-!"

The gun appears in midair. She doesn't know much about guns, but this one seems almost toy-like in its simplicity, if chunky and kind of heavy. Short. The red line in her augments appears again. She braces it against her shoulder and holds the trigger down, sweeping the red line across the Threes.

T-T-TAT! - T-T-T-TAT! - T-T-T-TAT!

Lenora's strategy, while effective, is not remotely ammo efficient due to her frankly miserable accuracy. The pack of threes charge at her, gradually dying on the way. The last one dies close enough that its corpse skids to a stop at her feet.

Seeing a gun appear in mid-air and spray down charging Antithesis certainly is quite Samurai-like!! They cheer!

...Diego checks the magazine on the Hummingbird. Four shots left.

"Construction Samurai, can you buy more ammo? I'll keep overwatch with this."

"Yeah, fucking- Okay. Elyssa?"

She picks up the dropped gun and puts it back in the holster. On the second try. The heavy "Hornet" gun feels reassuringly solid in her left arm. Her shoulder kind of hurts from the recoil. She eyes her dropped hammer, but shakes her head.

"Let's keep running before even more show up. Shelter's just six hundred feet that way!"

"You have 83 points. More ammunition for the Hummingbirds costs one point for two magazines. More ammunition for the Hornet costs two points for a forty-round magazine. You also need points for other things- Like first aid supplies."

They're running now. Or at least jogging in the right direction. "Gimmie the ammo, yeah. What I need is a way to talk to you that's not out loud."

"Hold your left hand out. You can subvocalize and I'll still be able to understand you."