[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00aeef]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/33/16/fe/3316fe559f13dd3bbefa84bd6e602b5e.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[center][b]Location:[/b] Eden, Hallway past Wraith and by Fitness Center
[b]Skills:[/b] Handguns, Shotguns, Fast Reflexes[/center]
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Things were going okay, Manny wasn't hurt, which made him the only one of this band that wasn't, so that was good. Though he was a bit malnourished. And tired from all the fighting that had gone on that day. Though it had to be winding down now, at the very least the place would have to be cleared soon. It seemed Manny and Alexander were the ones who got to take on the rear guard while the other two cleared out the rest of the floor. This was fine by Manny, he at least knew Alex had little to no intention on shooting him in the back. He honestly seemed like someone Manny wouldn't mind playing chess with someday if they ever got the chance. Though that hand wound would have to be looked at to make sure that it doesn't get infected.

Then the first shot went off and Manny jumped to cover out of instinct fearing he may get shot himself. Though a quick inspection he realized he wasn't bleeding. SO he was most likely fine for now in terms of physical condition, though the situation may prove otherwise. Manny looked up to see Alexander unloading his pistol into the fitness center near to him, Manny taking a look saw several things. He noticed that there was a small army of hostiles crossing the fitness center with intent to cause harm to Manny and his new group. The next thing he noticed was the two dead bodies on the ground. Manny almost stopped to compliment the old man on his shooting, though he thought better of it. He needed to start shooting himself or he may not live to see another day.

Manny leveled the barrel of the shotgun while staying crouched for improved aim, then he fired shot after shot into the passing group of Edenites. The last of the fire group of them dropped pretty fast as buckshot tore him apart. Due to the many pellets and shells flying through the air Manny saw the rest duck for cover and even some blood. He hit at least one more but he wasn't sure who he hit, and he honestly didn't care. Manny quickly put himself back into cover keeping himself low so that he could avoid getting shot. While on the ground he started reloading his shotgun with the spare shells he had. "[color=00aeef]Got a plan old timer?[/color]" He asked Alexander. Manny believed he was a good enough shot, and that Alexander was skilled enough they could hold a choke point for some time. But Manny had less then ten total shots now. He had no idea what Alexander had, or if he could even fight close quarters if it came to that. Manny wondered if he could himself? He wasn't in the best of physical condition, and he had been active for a while now really pushing himself. Sure he could hold his own every now and again but a fight hand to hand against middle aged fighters? That is less likely without some major advantage.