Gore span, gun back to his eye.
"Skillya, I'm too old for this..."
He unloaded all the clip into the Paramite, then behind it just in case it's help had arrived. Smoke was beginning to fill the area from his gun, and shells littered the floor. After a few clicks, he reloaded, then peered through the sights where the Paramite was again.
"I don't like Paramites... nasty little things. Everyone get behind me, make sure there's nothin' behind or to the sides. I better make sure none of the things over here get back up to say hello..."
He stared at the point intently, now steady rather than quivering. It was all business now. He would rather be in an open firefight than creeping along, preparing to be sprung up on by a Paramite.
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