Xavier blinked at the giant bird flying around madly, quickly slinging his rifle on the fucker, aiming as zoomed in on it, trying to get a clear shot on it as he cursed at it's blinding like speed, enough to dodge even Gath's machine gun. "Motherfucker, hold still you goddam turkey! I'm going to blow off your goddam gobbler feathers!!" He taunted, gritting his teeth to the point of him shaking before calming down his breathe, hissing, "Fuck it." He aimed at where he assumed the heart would be taking a deep breath, doing his best to aim where it was going to be instead of where it was before slowly squeezing the trigger, praying the round would tear through the monster as well as hoping that rocket will at least cripple feathers here.

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Will hid behind a tower, arming his shotgun. Hopefully the giant chicken shit would come near him so that he could blast it to bits. Or if he had to, jump on top of it, hold on for dear life and cut it's brain out with his knife, the latter would cause injury.

But it'd be epic.

No, survival and practical came first. He aimed his shotgun at a certain point, waiting for the oversized bird to fly by. "Going on over watch."

While Goliath's rocket launcher missed, it provided a good distraction just as Alina did. The concussion grenade did stun the creature long enough for Xavier to injure the beast. Though the bullet hit the heart area, the Roc was so big, that it was a flesh wound. The monster was stunned, but it'll take a ton of rounds to take it down and out. William can go a little closer as he would have a better chance of hitting the enemy.

Dilana noticed that the humongous bird would require a lot of work to take down. The Iranian captain took advantage of the moment the Roc is stunned and shot a few rounds onto the bird. They managed to penetrate even though they weren't lethal. Might as well load for bird because it's not going to be downed easily. Alina initiated the attack by firing rounds at the bird whenever she could.

Will didn't care much about the Iranian Captain. He might be an asset, he might not. As long as he could use a gun and could help against the giant turkey-bird-shithead, he was good in Wills book. Speaking of said giant turkey-bird-shithead...It was probably not going to come near him. It seemed to be clever. It looked like it knew he was waiting. No matter. It was disoriented.

Disoriented and stunned...It was too tempting of an opportunity to miss. "HAULING ARSE, RUNNIN' N' GUNNIN!!" He ran towards it and jumped on to the oversized chicken. Aiming at the wings, he pulled the trigger, waiting for his buckshot to connect. Hopefully it crippled the Roc's wings. If not, he was screwed.

Far too tempting of an opportunity to miss.

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Charles watched as Will flew out of almost no where and headed for the birds back. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, this guy had to be insane cause from the point of cover he had taken, jumping on the bird seemed like the worst idea possible. Just as he had thought everyone stopped firing almost at once, an eerie quite set in as the whole group was at the ready to see what would happen next. Charles was actually holding his breath.

Xavier immediately bolted his next round, seeing the thing stunned for a moment as he set work to steady his aim on the thing's head, taking a deep breath as his finger slowly begin to squeeze on the trigger. However that stopped right away as he saw William charge at the thing and jump on it. Immediately Xavier right between the thing's eyes, taking in a deep breath before squeezing the trigger quickly, hoping it hits and kills the fucker.

The bird was hit by a barrage of the ParaCom and their new ally. While Will crippled the wings, Lazar pelted the enemy with bullets, and Xavier landed a shot, it was Goliath's shot that did a significant amount of noticeable damage. The Roc awakened from its daze, and noticing the damage and lost ability to fly, it tried to shake Will off, flapping around like a turkey on the American holiday of Thanksgiving. The only weapons it can use now is the talons and beak. Alina was able to send an extended burst, filling the bird with bullets. The Iranian also shot at the bird to put more bullets. The bird was getting weaker. One more barrage and it'll be over! The bird was in excruciating pain and attempted to attack the nearest human with talon and beak.

William held on for dear life as the oversized thanksgiving turkey shook and flapped. Slowly, ever so slowly, he climbed to the Roc's head. Not close enough to get hit by its beak, but close enough to do one thing. He could not pull out his shotgun as that would require not holding the Roc. He'd get bucked off, easily. Pistol required aim. Aim took moments. Moments were bad. He could get bucked off.

Buck off, buck off, buck off.

This was shit. Why did he decide to go on the bird in the first place? Oh right. Far too tempting of an opportunity to miss. Okay, well! Time to pull something off to get out of a sticky situation. This would require a certain amount of force, determination and finesse. If it was any time to improvise, it was now. He pulled out his knife, and held it in his left hand.

He held it backwards and raised it high, before slamming it down into the motherfuckers head. Keeping it in, he held on for dear life as he took out his pistol in his right hand. He aimed at the head as he was getting shook, waiting for the opportunity. This was high risk, but if he did it, it was another monster bastard down. One that had killed innocent people.

Breathing slowly, he pulled the trigger.

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While the rest of the group hunkered down, William finished off the creature while Goliath fired the rocket. The Roc let out a loud caw before it got hit by the rocket. The knife and pistol shot did the bird in and the rocket cemented the death of it. After it got hit by the rocket, it staggered and fell to the ground. Alina lowered her gun and was rather impressed by the group working together.

"Follow me, I know where civilians are!" The Iranian captain was running to a nearby office building. "You all heard the man!" Alina was following the captain to the destination. The two both arrived at a doorway, simultaneously opening the door rather than kicking them open. The method was quieter and did not alert any enemy that would have been present. However, both saw a sleeping manticore. The Iranian captain was able to sneak by it and slit the monster's throat. The basement of the building was now accessible to the team.

Alina gestured the rest of the group to double time it. People have their lives at stake. The basement seemed shady, but with ParaCom's wits, they could enter unharmed. Like the rest of the terror mission, it was all or nothing in Tehran!

Will was sweating. Hard. As the rock fell to the ground, he pulled out his knife, falling to the floor flat on his back. Getting up, he holstered his knife and pistol, pulling out his pump action shotgun. He kicked the Roc in the beak, before turning around. "We're getting roasted chicken at base, I swear to g-" He saw Alina signalling and heard her. He dusted himself off and double timed it, running to Alina.

The Roc climb was dangerous as hell, but it worked. It worked perfectly. If you described perfect as holding your knife desperately and shooting your pistol while being shook. He wanted to vomit, but he couldn't. Duty. Blood was all over his helmet and chest piece, but he didn't care. "Let's rescue some Civ's, people!"

Xavier blinked rapidly in surprise, watching as Will finished off feathers, giving him a thumbs up as he commented, "Nice job with feathers here." Quickly hearing Aliana and the cap Xavier nodded at the both of them before hurrying up to the both of them, stopping to bolt his last round before reloading before rushing to join them. Once they reached the office and entered, he again blinked at the manticore, giving a head nod to the cap before heading downstairs, standing beside the door as he mumbled into the com, his grip tightening on his rifle, "On overwatch."

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"Gath, of course it tastes like shit. We just shot it to bits with bullets, rocket launchers and it just got slammed into the ground." He would laugh, but he couldn't. Shit was just too intense right now. "You just tasted sand, lead and burnt meat. That shit ain't clean, mate." He looked around, following his squadmates as they followed the Iranian Captain.

Charles watched the crew take the bird down and almost yakked when Goliath ate the bird. He reloaded and followed the rest of the crew trying to get some info about what had been going on in the city, asking in the mans native tongue hopefully to put him more at ease with Goliath around. The man didn't get a chance to respond as the Manticore appeared.

The group were led to cages filled with civilians. However, it won't be easy as vicious manticores were present. They were patrolling like guard dogs as they sensed intrusion. The operatives were invisible, but the manticores were on edge. The operatives can either assault the animals, which is simpler but messier or free the captives first then attack. The mission was nearly ended and this was the final point. The monsters were at the end of the rope. All ParaCom has to do is to set it on fire! Three were present and like dogs, sniffed the air.

Alina and the man shushed the group as they were detecting the enemy. Both were sneaking across to prime the group for manticore killing.

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Will was crouched low. Stealth was what they were doing now, eh? "I'm going with stealth. It worked last mission. Don't fix something that isn't broken." He took out his knife, twirled it around and held it backwards. This knife had just recently killed a giant turkey bird via steel to the head, so it was a good weapon. Besides, it would help not to use firearms when trying to be stealthy.

"But it's up to you, Ivanova."