Smoke popped and filled the air, Reaper hadn't been expecting this, but it was definitely a welcome surprise.

[i]'Thanks for the assist kid'[/i] he thought as he spied a better spot to take cover about 10 feet away.

He pulled out his first pistol, flicked the safety off and made a mad dash for the better cover, he fired a few shots into the smoke to draw their attention, the loud pops and bangs reverberating wildly around the room.

From his new piece of cover, he slid his assault rifle down from his back sling and racked the firing bolt. Inhale. Exhale. Go.

With a bellowing war cry he rounded out into the open and unleashed a rain of automatic fire. The rifle clattered wildly in his hands as he started to move closer to the goons. Three were cut down by his initial burst, and just as the fourth was taking aim at him, the gun clicked empty. Thinking fast, Reaper covered the short distance between himself and the man and swung with the butt of his gun, knocking both of their rifles aside. Now unarmed and within arm's reach of one another, both men exchanged blows, Reaper swinging low with a right hook to the ribs, the crook countering with a punch that grazed right along the side and back of his head. He grabbed Reaper by the throat with both hands and squeezed hard. Reaper reacted on instinct, reaching to grab a fistful of the man's shirt and tugging hard, pulling the man closer as he cocked his fist back and brought it around in a vicious haymaker. The blow was spot-on, the man's grip loosened immediately as he fell unconscious, Reaper was spun around by the velocity of his punch and as he was coming back around he yanked his other pistol out of his holster. Without a moment's hesitation, he put two shots into the head of the knocked out thug. The smoke had fully cleared now, and Reaper had lost sight of the 5th gunman.