Will was sweating. Hard. As the rock fell to the ground, he pulled out his knife, falling to the floor flat on his back. Getting up, he holstered his knife and pistol, pulling out his pump action shotgun. He kicked the Roc in the beak, before turning around. "We're getting roasted chicken at base, I swear to g-" He saw Alina signalling and heard her. He dusted himself off and double timed it, running to Alina.

The Roc climb was dangerous as hell, but it worked. It worked perfectly. If you described perfect as holding your knife desperately and shooting your pistol while being shook. He wanted to vomit, but he couldn't. Duty. Blood was all over his helmet and chest piece, but he didn't care. "Let's rescue some Civ's, people!"