"Karma's a bitch!"
So there we were... Just me and the steriod-addicted bastard. I locked my hard gaze on the Tank as it slowly placed it's massive fists onto the ground, making it tremble. I took a step back when it approached, as my conscience kept screaming in my head: "You stupid, moronic, idiotic, retarded, dumb fuck! Why in the hell did you stay behind? There was no reason for your fucking sacrifice, you MORON!" But my thoughts were soon interupted when I was instantly slinged into the wall beside me from a great impact of the Tank's meaty fist. I yelled a bit from the sharp pain and fell to the ground with a grunt. "Shhhhit!" I shouted. I looked out of the hole in the wall, still being able to hear the fainted sounds from my group's guns. I looked up as the Tank stood above me, raising his overly-sized arms above my body, ready to crush me. But I quickly whipped my sawed-off shotgun upwards and aimed at his face, praying to God that the shot will make him stumble, I took the chance and fired another shot of coins into it's face, watching them pierce through the Tank's flesh and splatter against the wall behind it. The Tank - thankfully - stumbled back, giving me enough time to get up and run like a bat outta hell. I ran out of the opening in the wall, the Tank had slung his arm my way, missing me by only inches but had caught the wall, busting it down like a wrecking ball. I stumbled foreward a bit, catching myself with my hands while running, and trying to regain my balance, I kept muttering to myself: "Oooh, no, no, no! Get up, get up!" I soon recovered and ran like there was no tomorrow with the Tank chasing me from only a few feet behind, I looked behind me every now and then, panting as my legs started to tire. I grunted, forcing myself to run faster, feeling a burning pain in my legs as they struggled. I looked ahead again, hearing a crazed laughter echoing around the area along with the fainted gunshots from my group, but this laughter was more close to me than it was to them. I looked around, recongnizing it immediately.
"Aw, for fuck's sake!" I groaned while running. Right when I sprinted past the dumpster, a Jockey leaped out, laughing like a absolute maniac it was. A single, surprised-shout erupted pass my lips and I ducked my head, miraculously avoiding the attack. But the Tank wasn't so lucky. While the Jockey was in mid-air it landed on the Tank's back and started it's usual humping-party. I just could hear the Tank's yell, as he stopped, slamming his fists around, trying to get that damn wanker off. I did feel somewhat sorry for the Tank being violated like we all had from the other Jockeys. But that didn't mean that I was going to turn back and help the bastard. I just kept running like a female version of Forest Gump, and I sure as hell was laughing.
"Karma's a bitch!" I shouted back at the Tank as I ran further away from him, still laughing my ass off. Half because I saw a Jockey violate a Tank, and half because I still had my ass.