"Forget it," Cyrus spat. He smacked the barrel of his shotgun against the Doc's head. Hard enough to maybe knock him out. It would disorientate him at least. "Girls we better get moving if we want to get out here alive." Bane ran as fast as he could, right arm hanging uselessly. Blood was still flowing. He grabbed his pack and came back down. His rifle was hanging across his chest. Shotgun in hand and pistol holstered. He was ready, he only hoped the girls were too.