[b]Engine Room[/b]

[i]"Sweet mother o' Jesus feckin' Christ!"[/i]

The last thing Connor had expected to come out of the pistol's muzzle was a tongue of flame that set the creature aflame. He was close enough to the creature to feel the intense heat, and was horrified to see that the creature was still very much alive. It's cry of pain was grating on Connor's ears, and he covered them with his hands in a desperate attempt to block out the noise. Fortunately, the creature did not take the chance to attack him, rather, it ran blindly forward and barreled right into Risa, pushing the two of them against a boiler. In the process, the flames still sticking onto the creature had ignited some of the cables and vines hanging around the room.

"This room's going to go up in fecking flames!" Connor yelled out, hoping whoever was listening in on the other side of the horn could hear him. He only had a split-second to decide between whether or not he should help Risa first or if he should attempt to put out the fires. He felt a slight twinge of shame as his mind lingered more on the former than the latter; while Connor did not want Risa to get hurt, he was not sure if he could in fact do anything to the creature. It had just been blinded by coal and set on fire, and it did not seem to be any worse for wear. In fact, it looked as if all they had managed to do was just piss it off even further.

"Oi! How 'bout you fight someone your own size, ya little shite!" Connor shouted out to the creature, deciding to help the girl. His fear of being left alone in the room was far greater than his fear of fighting the damn thing. He rushed over to the creature, taking care to avoid the burning vines. Those he could not, he simply gave them a rough tug to pull them free from whatever they had been hanging on to. As he neared the creature, he gulped his fear down and tightened his grip on the bayonet. Time to see if it was still as lethal as it should be.

He reached out with a hand and placed it on the creature's shoulders, and summoning whatever strength he had, pulled it off Risa. In the same motion, he plunged his bayonet through the creature's back. He just hoped that it would do at least some good, because if it did not, he was pretty sure that the creature would rip him to shreds before he could do anything else.