Clementine cussed to herself as she stayed under a whithering barrage of fire from the opponent's bigger GPMG. She was sure their sharpshooter was busy trying to flank her for a killing-blow under such intense suppressive fire, but there was little she could do about that without exposing herself, at least not directly.

So, trying her best to remain calm, she took stock of the situation. Kiss-Shot was being suppressed the same as herself, and probably wouldn't be able to lob any more rockets for quite some time. The situation also just happened to give her the time to realize Trench had been overrun, and was likely being overwhelmed by a superior opponent in CQB...

Clem could think of one impolite word to summarize their situation --while also wishing such a situation upon her adversaries-- as she let go of her machine-guns and brought up her M-79s, popped their breeches open, and loaded some old CS gas grenades she'd bought for a riot-control themed event awhile back. She took careful aim and fired one off to assist Trench, hoping it'd give the old man enough of an edge... that or at least cripple the bogey in the likely event he still lost.. giving Kiss enough time to deal with the situation more appropriately.

The second grenade, had to be bounced off a wall, back to where the bulk of fire was coming from... except the noise of smoke deploying was overshadowed by the thud of a muffled explosion.

Bewildered, she switched back to one of her RPDs cautiously checked from around her cover. All she could make-out was the yellow irritating smoke-cloud laying thick to her front, already rising into the catwalks and wafting around corners with the breeze. At the very least, it would serve as a means of denying anyone from passing through without difficulty... at least without a gas-mask... but seriously... who remembers to buy a gas mask in this game?