[hr][center][color=slategray][b][h1]Harry Kingsfield[/h1]
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When really scary things suddenly occur, the human body doesn't work with anything more sophisticated than possible. Things like rational decision making were slow; relying on such processes were a good way to end up as snake food in the days of old. When aggressive and predator-sounding made itself known, the first thing the body was wired to do was freeze, like when a rabbit spots a coyote, which was Harry's first reaction was. 

As the growling got louder, he wrested control of his body up to the next lowest level of sophistication his body could muster: figure out what the hell was the danger. Around this time he managed to spot the black smoke rolling through the trees and the growling turned into an actual voice. Alright, so he had no idea what the hell the thing was so his body moved onto the next process it had built in for dealing with mysterious spooky danger: fight or flight. 

Harry slowly walked away from the impending danger and drew out his gun, as lightweight as it was and pointed it at the fog, hands shaking and unloaded several rounds into it. Somebody who could rationally assess the situation would be able to point out quite readily that a bullet wouldn't be an effective weapon against a mass of gas, but the thing about irrational fear is that it made a lot of dumb choices.