Victor fired from cover. Picking off combatants as he could. He ducked down to reload just as the flashbang went off. He hadn't seen it being thrown, and hadn't registered Natalie throwing it. But luck would have it that he didn't get the full brunt of it. He did quickly come back up with fully loaded shotguns, and start making his way forward, picking off enemies as he went. He made for the central area of the room. As he passed it and started to circle back he casually dropped one of his bricks of C4 and kicked it under some containers. He dropped a few more as he went. He holstered his USAS12s and brought out his MP7s as he went, having emptied his shotguns again.

For all intents it almost looked like the big man was pulling off the Gun-Kata from Equilibrium. He kept moving. His PDWs held almost casually in his hands. Every movement he made put him in a new firing position. Every step allowed him to put fire on a position, driving combatants back, or awarded a kill. It could almost be called perfect gunplay as he went. Victor knew what is happening, and he couldn't concentrate on much else at the moment. Not wanting to lose his focus. He'd always thought of himself as a protector. He always tried to keep the attention on him in a firefight. Off his lovely fiancee, to let her be the tactical giant she is. He'd always been the Tank. Even back in his days of playing DnD and when he got the chance to play League of Legends or Smite on the base. He always acted the Tank. Always tried to soak up the damage, keep the attention. His movements kept the fire pouring at him, rather then Natalie, allowing her to do her work. He didn't stop, needing to do that work. Get it all clear for his future wife.

After abit he found himself turning slowly in place. They had managed to drive the lot of them back. And the charges were set. He reloaded quickly, putting more fire on the men. He shouted to Natalie as she joined him, "Yeah, back the way we came, Go, I'll hold the re...oh shit." He heard the chopper too. He watched as it buzzed in. HE didn't bother to waste ammo on it. The windshield is likely up armored, and his pistol grade PDW rounds wouldn't cause much of a problem to it. He instead got into a crouch, and with a burst of speed that shouldn't be possible for someone his size, ran for the water. He kicked hard and sailed up into the air, spread his arms to his side as he did briefly, then arrowing into the water, getting his mask on as he speared deeper into the water. Forget the face mask, as long as he could breathe.

Victor nodded, "You say the word and I fire." He put his MP7s away and brought out the grapnel gun. He nodded and headed for the surface, breaching and grinning, nodding, taking aim, and waiting for the word, just below the surface, but the grapnel gun ready to fire above the surface of the water.