[h1]Benjamin Lloyd[/h1]

"Think I do. What're you thinking?" BASL's leader answered, watching with some satisfaction as the rodents hit with lightning went down and didn't get back up. It hadn't taken care of them all, but the Dust round had done its job and thinned out a large chunk of the horde. He kept peppering the swarm with shotgun rounds while he retreated inch by inch, casting a glance over towards the team's ax maniac with a questioning gaze. Neither she nor Sangue could do very much about the horde, and despite he and Amy's efforts it was still coming right towards them. They needed some kind of idea, at least.

"Nice as it is to know you think I've got a great ass, it'd be real nice if it wasn't the last thing we all heard."