Carolina/Wash/Tucker/York Fine my ass York thought to himself as he moved to cover the left per Carolina's orders. These demons did not go down easy and Delta was running all kinds of data to figure out the best weak points. A shit ton of bullets only worked when you had a shit ton of a shit ton of bullets.
"Tucker," York did not appreciate the comment about Carolina, but it wasn't exactly his biggest concern right now because Wash didn't have his helmet on and he was hyperventilating. Being in the armor was a bad idea.
"Get him to higher ground, Church," he said, wanting his friend out of the way of the main battle. He was only going to get himself hurt if things kept going the way they were going. York couldn't say anything else at the moment because there was another hellhound incoming and he needed to focus on that.