[Meanwhile, that third one is getting ready to attack the two of them...until its upper torso inexplicably shatters as if pierced by a bullet.
Only there's no "as if" about it. York, looking angry, has been packing heat.
He doesn't say anything, though, going back to face the mass of creatures and judiciously choosing between picking them off with bullets when they get too close to people or running in closer for a little knifework. He's admittedly being a little more reckless than usual, but even out here Delta's helping him stay calm.]
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Only there's no "as if" about it. York, looking angry, has been packing heat.
He doesn't say anything, though, going back to face the mass of creatures and judiciously choosing between picking them off with bullets when they get too close to people or running in closer for a little knifework. He's admittedly being a little more reckless than usual, but even out here Delta's helping him stay calm.]