Katie threw herself under the table at the sound of the bullets raining down. The alarm was now a hollow constant in the background, much quieter now that she had the will to think of other things besides it and listen for other sounds. She looked to Tier and only scoffed. She knew her escape route already...death. But not her death, the death of the troublemakers causing all this racket. Briefly she patted her chest and stomach as though concerned that she was no longer wearing her bullet proof vest...but thank goodness it was still there. She cast a weak shield spell over herself to prevent shots that could target other areas such as her head and legs, but the spell would only do her good for just so long.
She looked to her guards. There were more of them in the car now that the alarm had gone off, responding to the call of 'protecting' her. Something told her that there were more soldiers lying elsewhere in the train...dead. Clearly none of them were strong enough to deal with the interlopers. She was going to have to help, if not outright take matters into her own hands. She snapped her fingers abruptly at one of the more incapable looking guards. "Your gun. Give it to me," Katie ordered.
"Ma'am, this is an issued gun than cannot be exchanged with nonmilitary members. Besides, a woman such as yourself is in no position to---" he began in a heavy accent accustomed to mostly trainees. But she cut him off-
Katie glared and reached out her hands, palms up, steady, very steady. "Give me the ******* rifle or I will get you fired, young sir. Do your Fuhrer proud."
He hesitated for a second, looking back and forth between her and the rifle strap on his shoulder, before finally giving into the cold glare only a woman could produce and un-slinging the rifle, dropping it into her awaiting palms.
"Thank you, kind sir. You won't regret this decision to see a woman take the initiative." Katie, sensing that the immediate danger was no longer immediately in her particular car, stood up, slung the rifle on her back and made her way to the turned up tables. She chuckled at the men, standing around with doe-eyes, clearly never having seen something like this before, in total shock that the female president was doing this...like she had gone mad! "What's the matter? No-one's going to come with me and back me up?" she said, slipping off her high heels and tossing them. "Did you not remember that military and magical training is a requirement for my field of office? Sure, it may have been difficult being the only female in a class of one hundred but I obviously managed." She spoke slowly and drawn out, as though speaking to children. "Now. If you don't mind, I think I'm going to go hunt down these interloping fools and kill them myself instead of waiting in here, trapped....savages closing in on either side....." She smiled. "With or without anyone's help...believe in me that I will do the things I set out to do."
She stepped over the upturned tables and made her way to the train car door, a stealth spell ready at her fingertips for the moment she threw that door open.
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Moon was not in the least bit comforted or persuaded by the words of a Nazi or anyone helping them, the image and stereotype and very personification of which had been the cause of an entire life of suffering. She kicked harder into Lana, this time with claws that pierced the woman's armour, every ounce of hatred she had, whether or not justified, was put into this act. Yet it seemed to do no good. Tears welled in her eyes as the child began to cry---
The sort of cry which was all the monster needed to take action, it no longer acted. It no longer pretended. It did what it set out to do.
Without any trouble it caught up to them, surrounding them in a half circle. The thing leaped up and with inky, slimy black arms as thick as the trunks of the great pine trees around them it slammed into Lana and the child, a great smack that threw them back and into a boulder. The duo slid down, perhaps injured, but it was not done with Lana yet. It came at them and thinner but equally strong wrapped around the woman's legs and arms tightly, neatly slipping in between every crack to get a good hold.
Moon was frightened, but she finally seemed to understand what was going on. And that understanding could be to her advantage. She looked to Lana, trying to appear calm though that illusion was ruined by her sobbing and trembling. "You have to let me go, Lana. You have to let me go or..." she thought about it for a moment. One could have sworn they saw her smile for a split second. "Or I'll kill you."