"GOLIATH!" Xavier yelled jumping over cover and running at the big bastard, drawing his pistol out to lock on the back of the large man's head, glaring through his iron sights on him. He would put up with the big bastard's snared comments about the unit, when he talked about Kenya, or his people he would step up, but aiming or attacking the team is where action was demanded. He stopped a couple feet away, growling in his low, raspy voice, "Put. The. Knife. Away."