Firo almost smiled as James starting going to town on the thing. At least this guy wasn't a pushover.

...And then the thing's friends showed up. Life was never easy. Firo snorted, amused despite the situation. "How'd you figure that out?

Firo was reluctant to start running, instead casting around for another pipe or anything that can be a weapon. The piece he came up with was small but jagged--at least it was something. "It'll be less trouble if we just take 'em all down now! How long can these things run, anyway?"