The Soldier doesn't stay standing still. He moves, running and doesn't use the carbine, his ammo is limited and running low.

The blast misses by some feet as he slips knives from out of his sleeves, throwing just one of them at first, waiting to see which was the creature moves before loosing the second in his path, trying to anticipate his movement and score the kill or an injury.

Something this small shouldn't be proving such a challenge, he tells himself.