Roland hurries to roll toward the man to try and shut him up, ends up half-sprawled over him with a hand pressed - again - over his mouth. Roland bares his teeth at him in an angry, warning look, and he's half convinced now he'd be better off picking the man up and just tossing him onto the monster, but he'll save that until there really is no other choice.

For now he just risks moving the hand from the man's mouth to grab onto his shirt and try to drag him over the ground, pushing himself along on bent knees and pulling with the elbow of the other arm, the one still holding the gun. He's listening for any sign of attack, listening hard, but he isn't going to risk breaking cover to see. Chances they're going to get out of this - well. If the monster on the other side of those bushes is extraordinarily stupid, they might have a chance. Maybe.