McCoy moaned and groaned in pain as he felt the holt bolts of plasma burn at his sides, tears running freely as he panted heavily. His heart pounded heavily against his chest so hard that the ruined plates among his destroyed armor could be seen slightly vibrating among his exposed chest. The top of his helmet was now exposing the top of his head, showing off his mohawk as well as a few burns here and there. Darkness fogged his vision as he stirred to a sitting position, firing of both plasma, and bullets drumming his ears. He looked over to the closest to him, which just so happen to be Anders. He smiled weakly, coughing a bit before cupping it with his mouth. 

Suddenly his smile disappeared when his vision came to him, looking around as the situation came clear to him. His eyes darkened behind his skull visor, looking over at the covies that would be his targets. Adrenaline pumped furiously through his veins, his blood coursing, [i]demanding[/i] for their own blood coating the pavement of this former city-now-graveyard they created. He looked down at himself, groaning as he shifted himself up, responding in case Jace heard him, "I'll live just give me a minute before I bring the SAW out on these bastards." He looked over at his red flesh by the bits of missing armor on himself before seeing pulling out his flare gun, seeing that his beloved weapon was not beside him, only his M319. As he crouched beside Anders, pain shooting his body as he was shaking to fight through it, he saw the approaching Zealot coming towards the duo of the burnt car. He could see Tenjer and Anders both firing at the shields of the approaching warrior, it's shield flaring out just when both the other Elites fired them both back into cover. Gatling smirked, holding the flare gun with both hands to steady his would be aim at the fucking thing that nearly killed him. 

"You're the one who threw the grenade huh? Well Split-Jaw," He mumbled to himself, still glaring at the monster as it approached. "I'll make sure Ready has a new shoulder pad!" He yelled, red flooding his vision as he quickly aimed the flare gun at the alien, firing the round straight toward it's head. It hit it's mark, hitting the monster straight in the eye as it began roaring in pain. Gatling smirked before cursing as he ducked back behind cover, panting as he grabbed his grenade launcher that was beside him, popping in a smoke round into the chamber as he looked over at Jace, suggesting, "I got an idea. I'll pop a smoke round over at them, and once the fog rolls in, you carry my big-ass back over to the rest of the guys. That sound like a plan Anders?"