Even in the dim moonlit clearing, Felix's eyes identified the sudden and swift movement of the mutated mongrel of a dog to be a wild dash to the group, surely an attempt by its radiation addled brain to gain a meal. As adrenaline pumped into his system, time seemed to slow down. A second felt like three. Synapses fired as muscle memory and mental processing was kicked into high gear. [color=red]'Distance. 5 meters.' [/color] Felix, in one fluid motion, draws his trusty laser rifle slung on his shoulder and takes a firm hold on the familiar rifle. [color=red]'Hungry. Desperate.'[/color] He rests the stock onto his shoulder as he levels the rifle and positions his finger beside the trigger guard, taking aim at the center of mass. [color=red]'Distance. 4.5 meters.'[/color] Felix squeezes the trigger and the rifle lets loose a magnetically focused beam of high intensity light at the mongrel's body.