[b]Wire[/b]

His hopes were well placed: his allies didn't miss his daring slide across the table, and they certainly didn't miss the chance to ventilate the aggressors he was now lying in front of. With a few well placed shots, the guns aimed in his direction were quickly thrown backwards. The newly floored bodies however opened his line of sight to the most bloodthirsty group of them all; one of which he made eye contact with. With sick satisfaction, he tore off a mans arm and began to head straight for him.

[i]...[/i]
[i]I'll admit it. That is quite horrifying.[/i]

With inhuman precision, the magazine was shoved into place. With force, he kicked himself backwards across the floor towards Marconi. He imagined that he would need to buy a new coat by the amount of mess his back was picking up off this floor, but that thought was only floating round his head to keep his nerve. Once again, time was slowed to a manageable speed and he aimed a bullet into the advancing monster's eye socket. It hit just to the left of his left eye, making a small explosion of human erupt from his face. Wire propelled himself backwards after catching a quick glimpse of what was behind him: mostly bodies and a barricade of overturned tables which Marconi had gotten himself behind. As he was below the table, it should be plain sailing.

His vision returned to the carnage before him, unaware of the full effects of his bullet and eager to get out of the way of any possible gunfire.