Kevin noticed that Zara's confusion was immediate and all-consuming when shit went flying for the fan full-tilt. She seemed to improve once they were both in cover, however, and hoped she could keep it together long enough for them to make it out of this. She got her radio sorted out, and then declared that she wanted to spot first. That was fair. He just hoped she was good with that piece of hers. Of course, then the vampire revealed that she had a heads-up-display in her eyeball the whole time. "What the fuck?" it was more of a statement than a question, though, and while his companion was messing with her eye settings the werehyena poked his head out again and fired several more rounds in the general direction of their enemies. Then he moved over to the woman and gently tilted her head back, his free hand grabbing the left arm of his eyewear until the word "SYNC'D" popped up. "You should have said something earlier, I have all kinds of information I can just push to your hud, now." he didn't make a big deal out of it, though, and picked his rifle up off his chest and took a few deep breaths.

"All right. I'm going to run that way," he gestured roughly back the way they'd come, "And you're going to run over to that tree." he gestured again, the tree was only a couple of metres from their boulder, and further up an incline, "You're going to take up a firing position, and you're going to try and kill the fucker with the machine gun. If all you see is a round-ish bright flash, aim just above it. If it's got direction to it, aim opposite the way it's pointing, and just above it. Take your time, conserve your ammo... It's probably going to be a long day... Oh, and you'll probably want to move every few shots so they don't figure out where you are. Watch your left side in case they try to flank you.... Fuck, I don't have time to teach you all this... I hope you learn quickly. Good luck, Zara." Kevin sighed, took another deep breath, and then stepped out from behind their boulder. He walked with purpose, and squeezed off a shot every five or so seconds, trying to bait out return fire from the machine gun position, only to find out the bastard had hopped up and changed positions while he'd been talking.

"Fucking shit." he grumbled, switching targets calmly even as he raged vocally. "Eat shit and die, motherfucker." he demanded, but it didn't seem to deter the machine gunner, who responded with unintelligible shouting and a pair of twenty-round bursts. Thankfully, he evaded the worst of the hail of bullets, and the shaman picked up his pace a little as he slowed his rate of fire. He needed to either get close enough to kill their assailants, or draw their fire long enough for Zara to do it. With that in mind, he took cover behind a sturdy-looking tree. It was kind enough to weather the torrent of lead while Kevin summoned up a fireball. He stepped out between bursts from the machine gun and tossed the fireball like it was a grenade. Far more effective than that, however, the fiery ball exploded the moment it touched the ground. With a "Whoosh" the fire was smothered by the cloud of incredibly thick smoke that manifested in the blink of an eye. Using the distraction to his advantage, the contractor immediately set off at a run. He knew when he was no longer concealed, because the machine gun started shooting at him again, instead of into the smoke.

Taking this opportunity to find cover again, the werehyena continued to provide sporadic covering fire as he attempted to raise his partner on the radio. "Zara." he gave up on voice procedures, knowing she likely wouldn't understand, and he needed complete understanding right now. "Push left, try and circle around behind them. If you can, get to the bottom of the hill behind them. They're going to have to change barrels eventually, and when they do, we're going to try rushing them." he hoped that made sense, because he didn't have time to talk any more. A pair of bloodthirsty bandits had decided to try their hand at flanking him. Now pressed from two sides, Kevin turned his fire on the flanking raiders, and started running, hoping to get something solid between himself and everyone trying to kill him.

[i]You could just go crazy. You'll be fine.[/i] Coyote suggested.

"I can do this." Kevin replied harshly.

[i]It would be eas-[/i] the fire god was cut off by his shaman's defiant bark,

"It would be easier to just off myself. I can do this." he punctuated the declaration by picking off one of his assailants, putting a bullet through their unprotected skull. He felt the bolt lock back at the end of its rearward cycle, and he transitioned flawlessly to his sidearm, since his other target was not exactly far away. He aimed his massive revolver with one hand, while his mechanical arm began the very slow process of reloading a hanging rifle with only one hand. The thunderous roar of the magnum revolver was much more intimidating than the sharp crack of his rifle, and the suddenly-terrified bandit decided to try some last-resort tactics. He pulled out a grenade, and managed to get the pin out before Kevin responded by shooting the man's wrist, and diving away. He buried his face in the dirt, hoping he'd gotten enough of himself behind the rocks that had been between himself and his enemy, that he would survive. He felt the explosion in his sinuses and his chest, and he couldn't hear anything but his ears ringing, but he was alive, and not in pain, so the werehyena called it a win and picked himself up off the ground. Holstering his sidearm, Kevin finished reloading his rifle and then took in his surroundings as his hearing returned. He wasn't sure what was going on any more, but he needed to get back into the fight and make sure Zara wasn't getting torn up by machine gun fire...