Victor moved with conviction, he moved like a predatory blur. He'd been shot, these people were targeting civilians, men, women, children and the elderly come to watch a public event. If there was one thing the First Nations people didn't like it was targetting of children and the elderly. The knot of terrorists he had targeted didn't see him coming until the last moment. One of the shooter stopped to reload her weapon, when she felt something approaching her. She turned, but wasn't able to do anything. Victor's knee met her face full force. It'd be hard to identify her later. Victor moved forward, skipping by another man as Natalie burned him down. the next man got caught by a foot right to the gut. He folded over Victor's leg something snapping in his back from the sheer force. Victor moved forward and with brutal effectiveness, swung his elbow up, and met the underside of the next terrorist's jaw. His head snapped back, then snapped forward a moment later when Victor's other elbow smashed into the back of his head. He ended the last man by grabbing him in a clench and smashing his knees repeatedly into the man's chest and stomach, he didn't stop under he could feel a wet give from the bones and muscle. He let the body fall. Spinning still in a fighting state of mind but lowered his guard just abit. He grunted as he finally felt the pain in his shoulder. He rolled it and had to wince, "We should be after that...I think this thing is grinding on bone." He pointed at the bleeding hole on his shoulder, "But it hasn't really hit anything vital."

He looked at Natalie, noting her own wounds, but knew that like him, she'd survive. Made of as tough a stuff as he is. He leaned down and scooped up a pair of Bizon PP19 SMGs. As well as a belt of grenades, and a belt of those long helical magazines for the Bizon. He hollered to some people that were trying to make a break for it. His French wasn't great, but it was decent enough that when someone his size and how loud he could get shouted it, people tended to listen. "Get back down you fools! Do not give them targets!" He looked around, "Good idea on the hard cover..." He looked about all the more then pointed, and shouted to the civilians. The location, a hard sided tourist information kiosk, "There go there!." He yelled, and punctuated his words by getting up, and buzzing down some of the terrorist with a dual burst from the Bizons.

He caught up with Natalie, covering her rear, he ditched the Bizon's almost immediately though and grabbed up an AK-12 lying on the ground, along with several banana mags for it. He pressed his back against the corner they had reached. Took a moment to show t to Natalie, "Brand new tech. How the hell did terrorist gets their hands on first class tech? Wait...remember the caves? The CIA extract...didn't we find some info on there being shipping to minor groups abroad? Is this a connection?" He growled, as his mind started to tick. He looked up at Natalie and grinned, "Two options? I only see one." He stepped around her, then stepped around and hip-fired suppression fire at the terrorist down the way. They jumped and leapt for cover. Victor reached over and gave Natalie a slight swat on the shoulder, "Go!" He fired again, peppering the area around the terrorists with more fire. They started to blind fire back at him, but their fire was way off. He didn't let it phase him as he let the last of his rounds off, then quickly leaned back into cover to reload. As he came back around the corner, Natalie running by behind him he spotted another six coming up to back up the two he had pinned. He called to Natalie, "Quickly now hun, we're about to have more company!" He trained his fire on the back up, rounds hitting the ground around them, causing them to dive for cover too. He managed to catch one of them in the throat, listening to the terrorist cry out in shock and pain.

Victor growled calling out to them, "This was supposed to amount to a vacation you mother fuckers! I'm going to rip you all new assholes for disturbing my free time!" He started to burst fire, keeping their heads down. Chance shots getting close to him, but no where near to him at the moment.