Carla shoots an extended burst at the Ferrari with tracer rounds charting a haphazard path and eventually pock-marking the sportscar's roof. It is a dazzling yet albeit unremarkable display of firepower.
(OOC: Carla is out of the Mustang, so she would have to spend a half-action getting back in next round)
Booms from Ayumi's end as Jess watches her jump Wakazashi-first into the back of the Mercedes.
*Slashy* *Slashy* *Ng-guh!*
A gruesome medley of razor-sharp slashes follows Ayumi's shriek as the rear seat of the Mercedes turns into a bloodbath. The unfortunate recipient slumps to truck's floor, about to die from multiple cuts to the chest and neck.
The driver of said Mercedes, upon observing the automatic gunfire and subsequent backseat fileting of his comrade, decides to get the fuck out of dodge. He throws the SUV into gear and floors it. The SUV swerves around the Mustang and heads down the road, leaving his friends to contend with the overwhelming odds.
"Fuck this shit!" Ivan says, as he sees his ride leave while dropping completely prone and assuming the arrest position. His buddy who took the SAW to the knees lays in a great deal of pain, slowly bleeding out on the roadway.
The Mustang's guns light up the Ferrari, broadsiding the car with a bullet-ridden stitching to its entire left side. Goose tallies two blown tires and perhaps a mangled drivetrain just as it returns fire on Artis and Co.
Tracers streak towards the Ford as high caliber rounds strike the Mustang's grill and hood, spider-webbing the windshield as the shots dance up and over the roof. Red engine warning lights momentarily flash on/off as secondaries come online. The damage was appreciable but all systems appears to be A-Ok.
The Ferrari accelerates out of the scene as Carla tries to insure it won't be making a hasty escape...and she does.
Bullets spank the Italian Stallion tearing apart its rear armor-paneling and completely busting out its taillights. A small explosion is seen eminating from the Ferrari's engine as it heads away down the access road.
Jess watches the proceedings with faint detachment, more worried about the van with Ayumi and Kenji. Absent-mindedly, she reaches into her pocket and flings a business card in Ivan's direction.
"Call that number in eight hours."
She then starts for the case she set down, looking out for the nearest bit of partial cover from which she can support the team with some timely additional firepower.
The driver of the Mercedes throws the hammer down as the heavy SUV fishtales around a corner with the park's exit in sight. In the backseat, Ayumi is carving his compatriot like a piece of sashimi. Blood sprays across the windshield and ajoining windows as Ayumi slices the goons throat and stabs him in the lung for good measure.
Not wanting to be the second course in Ayumi's Benihana culinary display, the driver steps hard on the Mercedes' brakes, slamming Ayumi about the trunk compartment.
She's still up, but a bit dazed from the sudden act of deceleration.
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