His arms shook visibly from lack of nourishment and he ran off of no more than adrenaline. A pistol flew his way and he caught it in his grasp; using a firearm was no issue for him, thought it had been some time since he had need of one. If muscle memory serves him right, all he had to do was aim and pull the trigger; he hoped it worked. No hesitation stunted the smooth raise of his arm and the first pull of the trigger. Hot lead left steaming holes in one of the alien's neanderthal shaped heads. A smoking gun in his grasp, his head turned to Ollie. [color=teal]"Stop calling me 'Mr', and why you still talk like you retarded or somethin'?"[/color] He quick-swtitched between several aliens while firing bullets until those in front of him were dead. He turned back to Ollie with his gun smoking and the bodies piled up. [color=teal]"You know I'mma beat that ass when we get outta here, right?"[/color] He looked for an exit amidst all the gun smoke. [@Silentsniper211]