Snider, with a quick flick up the wrist and a raising of his right shoulder, held his machine gun upward, creating just enough potential energy to cause a noticeable amount of pain as he swung out in a scooping motion. Seeing the large claw come toward him, Snider's reaction, like the last one, was to continue the assault.

As his weapon was pointed out, Snider pushed his shoulder against the stock, giving it a bit more push as he hopefully gored into the demon's hand. His left index finger stuck out, but the weapon was no longer balanced on his hands. Instead, the sling and Snider's shoulders kept the gun in place. His index finger pulled the trigger on Joanna's grenade launcher as a small, green, egg-shaped grenade whooshed forth from the small, metal tube with an audible FWUP. It shot in an arc underneath Fenn's arm, or perhaps over it. Snider didn't care whichever way it fired, only that it hit. He was even willing to be caught in its 15 meter range.

Snider's right hand was completely off the rifle, reaching inside his leather jacket. The insides shifted about. It seemed as though Snider was looking for something.