William grinned. The Saurian thought it could hit the Assassin? Hell no. His training countered the anthropomorphic Saurian's overwatch and he ran like the wind, shotgun held up to his chest. He kept running to the Saurian and as he got close, he took cover next to a nearby scale that had dropped off of the dragon when it crashed, took aim and shot, hoping to blast the Saurians scaly ass to smithereens.

"Shooting at the sniper, I repeat, shooting at the sniper."