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MissingMandible:
Frank Horrigan:

Frank had to give the pilot his credit - dodging that vine limb was not an easy feat, and certainly displayed tactical awareness. But that only brought forward a problem - an LZ had to be cleared in order for them to disembark. The giant of a man grasped the door handle of the chopper, swiftly sliding it open. This action, of course, earned him the confused looks from his compatriots. After all, they were still too high up to jump out, and lacked tethers to slide down. "I will clear us a landing zone," the meta human said while squeezing his massive frame through the confined space of the vehicle.

Then he leapt.

Horrigan ignored his squad calling after him as he made landfall. Placing his armored feet under him, he crashed down right on top of one of the invading jack-o-lanterns, smashing it to bits. One down, hundreds more to go. His ancestral sword sprung out of its armored sheath while he leveled his minigun onto the nearest cluster of rampaging  squashes.

Brrrrrrrrzzzzzzzzz

Aiden:
Astoria High School

A dozen of the foul monsters, and one of the nearby tanks, stopped abruptly in their tracks first as what they thought was a projectile dropped down from above. Then the bullets started pouring forth like a hurricane, and the creatures began scattering around in an attempt to flank him. By the time they caught on enough to do this the massive super soldier had already managed to cut down their numbers in their area by a quarter just because they'd clustered too close together.

Horrigan could pick up the radio chatter through his helmet on one of the frequencies used by the girls' tank team.

:: Air support?! ::
:: No, it's just one guy! ::
:: He's huge! ::
:: Don't just gawk, get moving! Back toward the courtyard! ::

However, there was a slight problem - one of the girls' tanks had lost its tracks, and it was even now being swarmed over by a dozen of the beasts trying to burrow their way inside!

:: Don't just leave us here! ::

Off in the other direction, one of the handful of larger pumpkins which served as a carrier began to dig itself into the hillside, rapidly spreading its vines through the ground and mixing with the roots of the trees. The trees began to rapidly turn grey, their leaves withering. A sinister red light began to shine from the pumpkin's hollow face.

MissingMandible:
Frank Horrigan:

The Special Agent kept firing his minigun, sweeping in wide arcs. Any of the smaller pumpkins caught in his cross hairs weren't only turned to pulp, but a fine purée by the hose of bullets. However, a few managed to make the flank...

Frank was nonplussed. With his right hand, he just unhooked a plasma bomb, primed it, and chucked it right at them, all the while maintaining fire at the others. A bright flash of green erupted just to his right, followed by a splattering of squash on his armor confirming multiple kills with the explosive. The highschoolers, in the mean time, were using this as an opportunity to pull out - their Shermans making their way eastwards just as one of the colossal pumpkins drove into the earth nearby. To be perfectly honest, He would have appreciated their firepower in this fight, but they were civilians. He had no jurisdiction over them. But the one in front of him that had its tracks blown off is not in a position to say no to his orders. Yes, that could work.

The super mutant...liberated them from their captors with a spray from his minigun, bullets bouncing off harmlessly on the hull yet splattering the jack-o-lanterns. "You there in the FUBAR'd tank," He reached out to them over the radio, turning the gatling gun back to the skittering masses - barrels finally starting tot urn orange from the friction, "Fire on that big one. It's up to something."

Now if only that helicopter would land with his backup...

Aiden:
Astoria High School

He saw the main cannon already turning toward the general direction of the big pumpkin, which was only one of four such beasts. With the amount of ground they had to cover it was clear they had their work cut out for them to get rid of the rest of the beasts. On the plus side, there was a hint of static over the line of communication that only momentarily prevented it came through soon enough in his ear.

:: -eck, check? Okay, right. T-Thanks for the assist, sir! If you can keep them off we'll try to line up a shot! ::

The sound of the transport helicopter coming down for a deployment was soon accompanied by more radio confirmation. "Take up positions!" The entire squad, two of them with assault weapons with attached grenade launchers, one larger man in armor with a light machine gun, and another with a rocket launcher over their shoulder. They immediately moved to a defensive position around the isolated tank while the transport made its way back into the sky. Covering fire was not long in coming.

The rapport of short bursts coming from the other side of the aircraft announced the destruction of another pair of pumpkin monsters who had given up the chase, lucky stragglers who'd been missed by the grenade earlier.

And even that was drowned out by what looked to be an almost professional amount of fire discipline on the part of the stranded tank crew as first one, then two shells impacted against the hilly treeline, halting the spread of whatever grey malaise the pumpkin was spreading. The growth of its ominous glow ceased. A rocket from Horrigan's fire team made for three.

MissingMandible:
Frank Horrigan

Brrrrrrrrzzzzz - Pfffff

Frank had no choice but to stop firing - magically reinforced as it was, it still overheated over time. Right now, the end of the barrel was glowing an angry orange and steaming. It might even need some repairing post-mission, Frank noted.

Ahead, the giant carrier pumpkins loomed, center one still glowing red. "Those big ones keep bringing in more, they need to go now," the greenskin said over the comms, "Tank crew, focus fire on the left most. Grenadiers, center right. Rocket Launcher, right most."

The super magus unhooked a large, football-shaped object from a homebrewed holster. A mini nuke. "I got the Red One."

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