I wondered how much the universe was against us as we were entering the Kali-Cult compound. See, we had us this amazing plan: we were gonna turn the engine of the train into a kick-ass kinetic bomb and just red-line it all the way to their bunker, then mop up stragglers. Instead, they had a clever defense: a moat made out of angry spirits that ONLY a functional train engine of theirs could weather. I don’t think I’ve ever run faster than when I did to stop that train engine from exploding, but I ran fast enough.
As we were pulling into the depot, the element of surprise was on OUR side for a change. Father Ryan threw a hand grenade (may or may not have been blessed beforehand) into their ranks, taking care of the first wave. None of the waves of human guards that followed managed to form a decent enough line to hold us back.
Not to say they didn’t have options. They had more of those straw men what the others found at that corn field, but by then we knew how to deal with their kind. They even had some new type of war automata, but I don’t believe they were out of prototype stage. Way I reason that is when I cracked one of Mama’s special shells open on them, they just went kaput. Kind of a dead giveaway, if you know what I mean.
Still, there’s no such thing as a boring gunfight. After days like this, I may be caught napping during the Indy 500, and I’ll be in a car!