Broken elbow or not, I wasn't going to just let this thing kill us that easy. As it lumbered toward me, I glanced to my left and spotted a car. Grabbing Jay, I dragged him over to the car as fast as I could and pushed him beneath it.
No sooner had I gotten him under, when I was slammed to the side by the moth’s flaming arm. I hit the ground rolling, trying to ignore the pain in my arm while putting out any fire. Exhaustion and pain made it hard for me to move, but I rolled to my feet and tried to lead the moth away from Jay. The ground shook as it got closer and I couldn't run anymore. I quickly spun around and ducked under the moth’s belly.
Running beneath it I felt the heat from its charred, flaming skin. I shoved the knife up in to the charred and burning areas, cutting them wide open. As I cleared the back of it, I could hear the creature’s screams of pain as fluid and some innards spilled from the cuts. I didn't look. I just kept running.
That's when I heard the buzzing above. Glancing up, I saw one of the smaller moths flying toward me. Why do things have to keep getting worse? I dived behind a trash can as a dart hit where I'd been running. The larger moth had turned around and was making its way toward me. I heard several loud popping noises coming from somewhere.
To the left Robby came running from an alleyway, his gun in his hands, firing away at the massive thing. He saw me and ran over as fast as he could, avoiding darts from the smaller moth.
"Are you alright?"
"I'll live. Jay's underneath a car behind that thing."
"He's knocked out. Robby, I've thrown everything that I could at this thing, it won't go down."
"John, cockroaches can live a week with out their head. Bugs are known to live through extreme things."
The large moth roared and began running toward us.
"Robby, Jay tried blowing it up. I shot out its eye and sliced it up a bit. It's just not stopping."
The smaller moth flew around so that it could hit us and took aim.
"We have to move."
At that moment a small plane flew in from the side, blasting away with small guns on its side. The small moth turned toward it and shot three darts. The plane dipped and weaved to avoid the attack and then turned off to the side.
"Stupid moth! John, why'd you have to go and get yourself in over your head?", Tim's voice came from the small craft.
Something about that guy just gets me angry, "Couldn't have gotten here sooner you little prick?!"
Robby pulled up his gun and began to fire at the gargantuan moth, "Now's not the time to argue."
I pulled myself to my feet and raised my fist at the small plane, "When I get back . . .!"
"I'm expecting it!" The small plane flew off to resume its battle with the little moth.
Robby's bullets weren't stopping the moth; only slowing it down. I lifted my gun with my good arm and just as I was about to fire, I felt a pain on the back of my head.
"Nice way to save my life!", Jay stepped next to Robby and began firing as well, "You could have just said duck."
"My way was funner." I lifted my gun the best I could and began firing.