Rennac cursed his luck and resettled his sights on the field before him, leveling both pistols along the the edge of the rushing horde. Just out of range. A little closer. A few more feet. "There!" The wolfen opened fire on the bugs, aiming for wherever he saw two chitinous plates were separated or at least were not a single piece of armor. If he had as few shots as he did he needed as many of them to count. As soon as the barrels lit on fire he saw the bugs screeching and being disoriented by the light put out by the fire. [i]The light.[/i] A wide smirk came across his face as an idea came to mind. He would need any reflective surface he could get his hands on and some oil, but if they hated the light so much then he could use that as a weapon. Not a lethal one, but enough to disorient groups without having to waste the barrels copiously. There was also the option of lining the walls with the fire though that was a hazard all it's own. Still, once he was running low he could hand off his remaining clips to Jack who would need them more before hgoing to hand to hand.