Gerald did not need a sniper rifle to hear the faint but very existing rumble of approaching beowolves. Looking up at the direction Michelle indicated, he began to run. 

In all honesty, Gerald had never actually seen a creature of Grimm before. As such, this experience was rather new - and a tad frightening - to him. He had heard the tales, read the stories, watched the videos on what they were but he had never faced anything like this. While he had been in life or death situations before, everything he had been facing was strictly human. This was new. Entirely new. 

As he ran, he kept Michelle in his peripheral vision and took note of the bullets he had. He had fired two red bullets and used the blue for his descent, so that meant... 

[i]Red Blue Red[/i]. 

Under the grim realization that he could not reload, he pressed a button on Anwarter, releasing the ice dust bayonet from his barrel, causing it to fall to the forest floor before shattering under his running feet.