The Red Skull was, perhaps, remembering somewhere within his scrambled egg of a brain that even an ant can pose a threat, if there were enough of them. Perhaps he was also realizing, as the paper cut count neared the six hundreds, that his only backup was rapidly being overwhelmed and dispatched by disparate forces across the city. Radio frequencies unused in years flickered to life, and so too did the resistance to his efforts. Perhaps he was also realizing, deep underneath the mask, that he might be about to die.
Nothing served to drive that point home more than the titanic mass of metal that was revealing itself above the city of New York. Rotating panels swiveled to reveal its vast underbelly, hovering high above the city, even out of the Hydra leader's reach. Its surface swarmed with activity, the surviving Archangels of the first wave breaking off the attack. Even an idiot could tell why, and while Skull might have struggled with the concept anyway. missing the 155mm cannons unfolding and swiveling to face him was impossible. Easily half a dozen, perhaps more, barrels promised a rain of hot lead. A squadron of Harriers could faintly be seen taking off from its deck, proceeding in short order to start strafing the super-sized villain, careful to stay out of his reach.
"Bring guns five through twenty online." Nicholas J Fury ordered, glaring at the Hydra leader through the viewing monitor as if he could see him. "Leave one through four offline. Keep anti-air defenses on standby."
"There, gentlemen," He pointed at the monstrous giant. "If your target. Fire at will. Anyone who misses will be fired on the spot for missing a target that ###### big. Line your shots up carefully, I don't want a stray shot hitting the city. He's a big guy. He'll stop them just fine."
"Get to it!"
Dutifully, the promised rain arrived.
Rebekah paused, for the first time in over a minute solid. Not out of a desire to stop, but firstly, she had run out of surplus ammunition, and secondly, she could see the shells starting to fly. Calmly, almost serenely, she turned and stepped over the pile of hot shells that her weapon had left on the ground.
"We should fall back a block. If one of those misses the effects will be hazardous to our health."
"That one right there'll do." I said to Michael, pointing at a rooftop coming up on the machine's right. Tall enough to give me a nice, clear shot, not so close as to put me within the line of fire. Because, you know, the size of the bullets getting slung are a bit larger than this gunlinger's entire body. Briefly, I switch my headset back to the open channel.
"Ay, tank lady. Might be a good idea to watch your ######, because the big guns are about to start."
"I'm not sure it's score one, anymore." The former Weapon provided helpfully, wrapping an arm around her girlfriend.