A very large tail began to creep over the lip of the crater Dylan was in. Ready for it, Dylan pushed his laser pistol out at the scorpion's tail and started firing. One, two, three, four shots, all hit the target, and the tail shuddered and went limp. As soon as the fourth shot hit the tail, the tail turned and rapidly fled from his vision. "Got a big RadScorp running," he shouted to his companions. With the scorpion running, Dylan felt it was safe-ish, to head back into the firefight.

Dylan holstered his laser pistol and stood up, turning towards the rifle and firefight. He shouldered the .50 caliber rifle, took aim again, and searched for another target. He saw movement near the crater that his companions were in and aimed his rifle a bit to the right. After a few moments, a bit of dust jumped up as an elbow inched its way up, then another elbow, rather stealthily. Next, he saw an armored head as the man continued to crawl, elbow over elbow, towards the group's crater. "Not this time, pal," he mumbled under his breath. He took a deep breath and held it, aimed at the man, and waited for a fatal shot not through an armored head.

Then man suddenly popped up, aimed a shotgun at someone in the crater that Dylan couldn't see, and went, "AH HAAA!!" At that moment, Dylan had followed his quick rise, he let out his breath slowly and squeezed his trigger. The bullet flew through the air, found a soft spot known as his eye, swam through the cornea and into the brain, and exploded out the back of his head and into the helmet. The man dropped to his knees still clutching his shotgun, then tipped over and into the crater where Dylan's compatriots were at.

Dylan had not seen the man fall because he was sure of his shots and where they would go. He began to search again for another target, waiting for one to pop more than a head out of its hiding spot.