As the firing from the turret ceased for the time being, Alex pulled his gloves off again, ready to make a small shield to help himself against this thing. As before, he pressed his hands against the stone he was using for cover, slowly shaping it into a circular shield. Suddenly, the turret fired again. The hail of bullets blasted off the top of the shield, spraying shrapnel behind him. Despite setting off the weapon, he now had a better idea of where his safety zone would be, but the gap was very small; just under three feet of crawl space.
"This guy better be the last annoyance we have tonight." Alex thought. He then began shaping the concrete into more of a riot shield instead of a buckler, making a handle on the construct as well. After breaking the object off the slab from before, he set it in front of himself, and moved out from his cover, covering ground on his feet and free hand. This stone shield couldn't take much damage from bullets, as he had already learned, but it would stop the fire from getting to him.
As he moved from cover, the turret remained mostly quiet, with the occasional hums to announce it was scanning for something. Slowly, Alex crept over to the side of the building the turret was next to. As he did, he could see that the turret was part of an old motorcycle, and that the metal of the machine guns were a bit rusted as well. A good sign of age and wear.
He then noticed the bike's mounted guns were pointed forwards and not making much effort to look to the sides. "So, that's why he set this up in an alley." Alex thought. Looking around for any sign of a weakness, he didn't see any direct ones that would keep him and the others from all harm. Then upon hearing a loud yell of pain from where the group was, he quickly decided on the direct approach: Knocking the bike over.
With a quick check to see where the flamethrowers were aimed, he moved in a bit quicker this time, keeping the make-shift riot shield in front of him. The turret hummed more, but didn't seem to see him, until he came too close. Suddenly, every gun was active, firing into the street, but the initial shock of firing bullets reminded him that none of the guns were facing him.
As they continued to shoot, Alex closed the gap, soon planting his foot on the metal of the bike. With a swift kick, he knocked the massive machine over. While it still kept firing even after falling over, he forced it to aim away from the group and into the alley itself. A few ricocheting bullets and shells bounced off the shield he had, but his job was done. He began hoofing it back to the group, hoping that was the sniper he had heard yell before.
