[b]"Two...one...Go!"[/b] When the grenade went down the hall, Jericho came out of his piece of cover, his pistol firing into the hall to discourage those with guns form popping out too soon. However, despite this, he heard three wet squishes as the bullets impacted targets and he soon holstered his pistol and brought the scythe around, the familiar resistance of flesh appearing before it cut through. He proceeded forward, cutting through anyone unfortunate enough to get in front of him and gunning down those that ran. Couldn't risk some kind of warning going further down the hall.