Motherfucker, this wasn't good at all. Fury took a step forward as his agents were bowled over, and then jumped back just in time to get his side slashed and his jacket cut. It was fucking bulletproof, but apparently not weird-monster-fire-trident-proof. The force of the blow knocked him on his ass and he glowered up at the asshole, raising his gun to fire a few more shots that he knew were pointless, but he couldn't just lay on the asphalt and die. Fury rolled out of reach of the fuck-ass trident and got to his feet again. Nearby one of the massive monsters gave a strangled death cry and was consumed by fire from within it, crumbling into ash. What the fuck. At least cleanup would be easy and this meant the things could die. Nick wasn't so sure the same could be said for the dickhead with the pitchfork.