Zash the Stampede is taking a nap while Yvette Marlowe drives. Not all is right with the world but at least it's not terribly wrong, right now.
"...the bugs?" he agrees. "What... the fuck." Then he turns around again, grimacing. "What is that noise."
“I don’t hear anything, either. Except, uh, the ringing in my ears from close range gunshot, which, ow.”
"Let's just run," he calls, but he'll bring up the rear because he can very reliably one-shot even the very small bugs and do so very quickly.
“Yeah okay sounds good!”
She’s certainly not going to be any good shooting, so: just running!
Morgan will be running in front, prepping her gigantic gun to do some shooting. This involves unwrapping it, but it’s made to unwrap quickly, so.
There are enough bugs that the main problem shooting them all out of the air runs into is his pistol's recharge rate plus how many bullets he wants to waste.
Well, since he's no longer pretending he isn't insanely bullshit, he can, in fact, pulverise these bugs by punching them, and he can, in fact, move his body fast enough that this is a viable strategy, at least for the number of bugs that are currently in the tunnel chasing them. There is a number of worms that would overwhelm him but "a couple hundred" is not it.
Cool, cool, and Morgan can handle the front and keep any bugs from off of them and focus on going up. Because she doesn’t have any better ideas. Her laser gun is on its lowest setting, which is enough to fry any bugs that happen to get in her way.
“Kinda wondering what our exit plan is here, I think we’re still underground!”
The worm suddenly lurches and the ground tilts—
—they're falling, and there's a suction effect—
—and then the suction effect is reversed and they're violently sneezed out of the creature out to the surface. Only its "nose" is sticking out, which would make sense if it literally had to sneeze and couldn't do it underground.
Fuck fuck fuck she’ll be fine from this fall, Zash the super powered will probably be fine from this fall, but they have a squishy…
A tiny vial of liquid is imbibed. And with a superhuman speed and accuracy, a squishy is grabbed, a giant gun is aimed, and the force of the blast can soften the landing so that maybe the squishy can live through this absurdity.
—oh, good, Morgan's got this, he was going to have to try to figure something else otherwise.
He falls rolling but it still hurts like a bitch, especially given that it's on sand and super-regen or no sand is gritty. He doesn't have any time to waste on that, though, and immediately tries to find the other two, they can't have been launched too far from him.
Yvette is right there! Covered in sand (on top of her goo) and absolutely fine, if extremely unhappy!
Morgan is… less fine. She is looking more than a little injured, and bleeding profusely, because obviously she took the brunt of the landing instead of Yvette.
But she’s also rapidly healing.
“Ow,” she grumbles.
...probability of involvement by Nai or Nai-adjacents has shot right back up.
"Okay, you're both alive. Run, I'm gonna go rescue the kid," he says, turning back around to face the worm that is emerging from the sand again.
“You’re going back for the little psycho? Back into the giant worm that thinks like it’s people?! For some kid you don’t know?!?”
“Good luck,” says Yvette, who does not want to go back in the worm, thank you, and will begin running accordingly. “I’ll be with the car!”
"Yes, I am going back in the giant worm that thinks like it's people for some kid I don't know who may be a psycho, next question, and ask it fast if you want to have enough time to run."
Because the worm is very much starting to pick up speed to get to them.
"Do you have literally any exit strategy or are you just hoping you'll be sneezed out again."