Cat does laugh at that, at least until they reach the more enclosed hallways that lead to the labs and operating rooms. Then she quiets, mindful that there might still be enemies in the building. "How do you want to do this?" she stage-whispers. "We could just make some noise and get it all over with at once."

"Well, we've got a choke point here, we'd stand a better chance than accidentally happening upon them," 'Sidora whispers back.

"Sounds good to me. Everyone ready?"

"Not going to be any more ready if we wait," Prometheus notes glibly.

Cat shrugs and juggles her rifle into the crook of her elbow so she can cup both hands around her mouth.

"HEY! BIG DUMB AND UGLY! MY GRANDMA COULD HIT HARDER THAN YOU AND SHE'S DEAD!"

There's an answering roar from down the hallway.

"-Are they reacting to the insult, or just to someone yelling?"

"Does it matter?"

An enormous dog turns the corner in front of them, slams into the opposite wall, and overcorrects before barreling towards them, snarling. It's an ugly thing, hairless, green, and muscle-bound to the point of deformity.

Hancock fires his shotgun at it.

It doesn't even slow down.

"Oh fuck," says Hancock, and tries to get out of everyone else's way.

Epimetheus steps forward, spinning the severed section of her arm around her other hand, and flexing her other shoulder, twisted slightly to one side, knees bent slightly.

The living battering ram crashes into her, teeth first with all four hundred-some pounds of its weight behind the impact. Luckily for Epime (and Hancock, trapped on one side of the tight hallway), what it has in power it lacks in control, and rather than keep its hold on her it fails to check its momentum and continues on a slightly slower trajectory towards the rest of the group.

Epime's shattered arm drove into its neck, but it seems unconcerned with the dark blood now splattering the floor. The muscle took most of the blow; she's missed the artery, but not by much.

Another mutant appears at the end of the hallway, this one bipedal and armed with a pipe rifle. He fires into the fray without bothering to aim.

Epime spins with the dog-thing, and keeps spinning to start out in a sprint towards the mutant and the end of the hallway. (She's going to need to do some serious repairwork when this is over, but she'll cross that bridge when they're not in combat.)

Prometheus moves towards the dog, pulling a knife, and aiming for the injury already created by Epimetheus' arm to try and sever the artery.