"Zash... the... Stampede?" says the giant, slowly, as he takes more steps forward to see if Zash will come out.

"Nope, not here, just me with my gigantic laser gun. You feelin' testy?"

He looks over his shoulder again and decides to start shooting her, since Zash the Stampede has vanished.

Fortunately, she was expecting something like this, so she is prepared to dodge. She even manages to avoid getting shot! Good for her.

"Are you really very sure I can't solve this with murder????" she yells, as she escapes behind a building. She already knows the answer, but really Zash.

"Yes, and furthermore what the fuck are you doing!!!" He's sure she can take being shot at. He's not sure she can take being riddled with bullets. He can.

"ZASH THE STAMPEDE!"

And now the chase is back on, as are the machine guns.

"Testing how angry and distractable he was! And the answers are very, and not very when it comes to you! Which I can work with!!"

Tiny vial of liquid: imbibed. She kind of wishes she had one of those smaller sets of laser guns, because it'd make this whole thing a hell of a lot easier, but she's done precision work with hers before. Since the big guy is so easily tracked and hyperfocused on Zash, it's really not difficult to ambush him from above and take out one of his machine guns. This does involve a bit of leaping down from above to land on his arm and get the right angle, and will predictably get her thrown off or shot or something, but eh. She's good. The machine gun is in fact shut down, which is the important part!

And it does, in fact, get her thrown clean off and down a whole street with enough force she hits the ground half a dozen times as she rolls before she comes to rest at a wall. Maybe a bit embedded into the wall.

"Are you fucking crazy—"

"ZASH THE STAMPEDE!" He had two guns, though, so he keeps shooting with the one he still has and chasing after Zash.

From the rubble, a voice calls:

"It's called helping, jackass!! I got one of his guns!!"

She drags herself out of the wall she's embedded in with a groan of pain, and then gets back to work. There's another gun to take out.

This one goes better than last time, which is to say, she barely even gets thrown clear. And then the big guy has no guns and has been reduced to being an entirely melee enemy.

...okay maybe she's more durable than he thought. Maybe he shouldn't be so worried. And she's being helpful, so... he supposes he'll keep leading the guy on a chase?

He's happy to oblige. Guns or no guns he still packs a mean punch and every single time he turns around a corner he causes some property damage just with his weight.

"Uhhhh going to see if I can break the helmet and if it'll make him less bonkers!!"

This is too delicate of work for her laser gun, so she will in fact just be handling this by punching it. Well, technically speaking, kicking. Same difference. The big guy's big dumb skull faceplate gets kicked in, and then actually when she's not dragging around her gigantic gun, she's acrobatic enough to leap away before any retaliation happens.

And they can see his face, then. There's a big scar on it.

"...Rollo—"

Zash's stride is broken enough that the man—Rollo—manages to put his hands on Zash and immediately slam him against a wall. "Zash! The! Stampede!" he cries as he slams Zash again and again and again with enough force that an unaugmented human would probably have turned to paste on the first hit.

"Rollo—" he tries, with the wind being smashed out of him every time. "Please, Rollo—do you—remember—you're—"

Oh, of course it's the kid from the picture. Of course. Why would it be anything else.

Unfortunately, now that Zash is being used as a bludgeon, he's no longer steering the big guy away from the part of the city all thinking parties would really prefer he avoided. That being where the squishy is. And also structural support. Also that. That's concerning and needs to stop as soon as possible.

"OI. BUCKET HANDS," she yells, and then Rollo gets hit with a bit-above-lowest-setting laser blast. Again, not at lethal levels, but she's got more of a feel for how much punishment this thing can take. Which is a lot. So she doesn't have to be quite so gentle. She needs to get him off Zash so Zash can please get back to steering this gigantic wrecking ball of a man away from their squishy.

Yeah he's not even looking at her. Just smash smash smash—except he did slow down when he heard his name.

"Rollo—I'm—sorry—"

At that he stops completely, staring at Zash, dumbfounded.

And now Zash had enough breath to say full sentences, even though he's still being squished against a wall. "I'm sorry... for taking... so long," he says, having trouble drawing in breath but trying his best. "But I'm back. I'm here... to fulfill my promise. I came back..."

But the town was never that sturdily constructed, and in fact it has taken more punishment than Zash himself.

Which means an uninvolved someone is in a bit of a pickle.

Let's see, stay in a house that is collapsing, versus not while a massive fight is going on, which one is least likely to result in dying horribly, uh which one which one...

The silence of the fight seals the deal for her and she can make a fucking break for it, thank you!