"After the sniper of course," Xavier agreed, hands clenching tightly on his rifle with a shaky grip as he met Will's angered steps with his own, flashes of men getting mauled by beasts, getting ripped limb form limb appearing in his mind as his nostrils flaring as he lost some good men to it. Deciding to let some insight for Will, he recited from the tattoo he long ago got on his back, "Sniper, first one in, and first one to fire. Got that tattooed on my back a couple years ago."