As JT swung the rifle to cover the other two, the ginormous beastie dropped something that erupted the way an M84 would, loud explosive sound with a dazzling light designed to confuse and disorientate someone with in close proximity of the grenade, usually an enclosed space as the effect is decreased greatly in an open area. 

It was thus in this case, even as the rifle barrel moving, so too had the big ugly. A grin spread across JT’s face, [b]“Ooohhh smart boy. Tricky-tricky, now where did the bad kitty go?”[/b] He was straining to see any movement among the far rocks, the only logical place for the beast to go, and by virtue of his speed, JT figured he could cover perhaps a hundred meters in the time it took that flash bang to dissipate, perhaps 2-3 seconds? More than enough time for something that big and fast. 

Grunting JT rose to a knee, his rifle ready as he scanned the area, finger along the frame waiting for the kitty to show, when out of now where the gladiator ripped the air with a shout.

[i]"Who are you, and are you with me or against me?" [/i]

In disgust JT cast a quick glance at him, he was standing there out in the open a clear target for anyone who had some form of ranged attack and more importantly he was facing JT giving up his back to the cat thing he was just fighting.

[b]“Hey He-Man, if I wanted you dead you’d be dead. If I were you I’d find a place to hunker down because your back is exposed to the kitty you were just dancing with.”[/b]

Seriously, did these sword and board types think that muy macho crap worked? Christ almighty, he was standing in the open facing an unknown threat, while a known threat was no longer visible.That usually was a good indicator to duck and cover until things sorted themselves out.

JT slipped down along a depression in the rocks and scrambled about 20 feet to his left as quietly as possible, keeping an eye on the far rocks and scooting closer to the gladiator, if nothing else he would be able to see if the hulking cat thing tried to take a shot at him.
 
As he approached he hissed, [b]“Get under some cover son, that kitty has some ordinance and if you don’t see it coming all that mumbo-jumbo you can do don’t mean squat if you’re dead. Unless of course you have eyes in the back of yer head, then never mind.”[/b]

Sliding to a halt behind a standing rocky pillar and low ridge, no more than four feet tall, it provided some cover and allowed JT a good field of fire across the almost empty battle field, the other kitty was there. 

The slime that coated him made his clothing look wet and gave his rifle an odd sheen, almost as if someone had dumped a bucked of snot on it and rubbed it into it.