Matias shut his eyes tightly and pursed his lips with equal force. His eyes fluttered open, but his mouth remained in its current state for a few more moments. Looking back, he caught a glimpse of his partners preparing for the incoming encounter and sucked air between his teeth.

"Of all times to come... Christ."

His hand met his holster for the umpteenth time tonight. The pistol's grip had matched his body temperature at this point. Hand ready to draw, he met Dante and Bane outside. He stared off into the distance, looking for any heads to shoot.