Zerenis was dodging the enemy fire, each dodge throwing off his aim.
"Damnit damnit damnit..! Get these bastards off me!" Zerenis said, trying to keep his aim steady while the Bazooka charged. Easier said than done when you're under enemy fire and you need to make sure you get a sure hit in.
Calthorn, meanwhile, was still holding his ground, having racked up several more "Kills", but the fatigue of having to push himself to the limit to avoid getting shot down was starting to kick in, and it was showing. "Damnit... Maddox. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold this position for...! There's just no end to them...!" Calthorn said, sweat visible through his helmet's visor, and he was breathing heavily.