The Spanish soldier, on the orders transmitted and the gunfire starting, shifted his machine gun around and tried to fire at the enemy. Click. Click, click, click! Mierda! The gun has jammed! And there's really no time to clear it! He was on a tree! He grunted as he told everyone on his team. "Comrades! My gun has jammed! There's no time for me to clear it! I'm going down and making it personal!"

After that, he swiftly took out his knife and his pistol, climbing down the tree rapidly. Once his two feet were in contact with the ground and he turned around to face the enemy, he found one target. He didn't care if it was a machine or a human being or an alien. He swiftly aimed down his sights and fired at the center mass, grazing its right side only. Cursing in Spanish, he quickly thrust himself forward, stepping rather quickly until he could fire a clean shot at the target's head. One round. That was enough. Once the target was done, he made sure it was dead, shooting another round. After that, he went away, turning to face another enemy. He shot. Click! Another jam?! He growled at his firearm as he put away his pistol in the holster, turned his knife around and tossed it at the enemy's chest, pushing it down as Santiago quickly picked up a rock and randomly tossed it at the direction of the enemy before he ran away and found cover. Cover in the form of a large bloody tree.

Behind that, he began to clear the jams on both his pistol and his machine gun.