Fury came barreling out onto the deck, wondering what the fuck was going on up here. Not Magneto, that was pretty clear, but who the fuck thought helmets and rifles were a good idea? Someone who didn't know their head from their asshole, apparently, because rifles wouldn't do a goddamn thing against Magneto and helmets weren't going to help anyone if the ship went down and they fucking drowned. "Drop your weapons!" Nick shouted, though it was already too late because some idiots had fired on Lehnsherr and the bullets had come right back around and pegged them in their skulls. Jesus.
He spotted Druid and went down on a knee next to him, pulling his rifle out of his hands and throwing it aside before Magneto decided to turn it on them. "What can you do here, kid?" he asked, knowing just how out of their element they really were. Whatever they could dredge up on such short notice from their own weapons wasn't going to do a damn bit of good on a metal ship covered with metal planes and helicopters when the mutant motherfucker had a barrier around himself anyway. The fact that they weren't up to full staff and any backup they could get was still grounded thanks to this zombie shit meant that Magneto had caught them completely unawares. Mother fucker.