In the middle of an enemy formation, surrounded on all sides, the situation is hopeless with all communication cut off. He slides roughly behind cover that barely hides his frame, dodging the merciless hail of bullets fired by Guest. While clicking a new magazine into place, a bullet grazes his shoulder sharply. He winces at the stinging pain for a moment, then lets out an incredulous laugh and pokes his head out slightly.

You missed, you stupid prick!