Anne ran towards the guy with the machine guns, figuring the Prometheus suit made her best equipped to deal with him. He whipped the guns around and shot at Anne.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow,” she said, saying ‘ow’ each time one of the bullets hit her armor. It didn’t even hurt, per se, but she was so shocked to get shot at that she couldn’t help but say something.
At that very same moment, the drummer came at Sharise with his drumsticks.
Thank god I got the dumb-ass, Sharise thought, getting into a fighting stance. She didn’t have much in the way of weaponry. But he didn’t really, either.
The guy with the grenades went for Jizz Man. He un-pinned one of the grenades, and threw it at the sticky white substance.
While Anne was running towards the guy with the guns, the lead guitarist swung his guitar at her legs.
“Damn it!” she yelled, tripping on the guitar. Her helmet slammed hard into the concrete floor of the garage, while the other guy kept shooting at her.
Sharise wrestled with the drummer. The two of them were writhing on the ground, neither fully gaining an advantage. Still, he was managing to whack her over the head with his drum sticks quite a few times. That annoyed her to no end.