Raln grit his teeth as he slammed down on top of his opponent, blood gushing from his shoulder wound. Luckily the bullets stopped coming quickly after they started, but unluckily he was now facing a chainsaw at close range. He had never seen one before but it was painfully obvious in it's function. As his opponent stabbed at his side with this loud, dangerous weapon, Raln had no choice but to let go of his own weapon and roll off of his opponent's body onto his good  right shoulder and then further rotating onto his back, plopping onto the soft ground below. The chainsaw roared overhead just as he completed this maneuver. 

He was safe, but not for long. All his opponent would have to do is tilt the blade towards him again and raised the backside of it up so that he wouldn't hit himself as well when he brought it back down to catch him in his lower position. However, he had to first cancel out the momentum of his stab with such a heavy weapon in order to carry that out. Meanwhile, Raln equipped himself with another of his knives with his right hand, praying that he was faster as he sweeped it like an ice pick towards the direction of his opponent's unprotected head, straight at the bottom of his chin. The dagger would be long enough to pierce his brainstem should the attack hit.