[Salone]

"Let us move!"

Lev used the momentary respite as a chance to reload. Freshly armed, He opened fire again. He was judicious with his use of ammunition as he backed up, letting the Dybbuk move in a bit closer before he opened fire. He had two drums of ammunition left. Each drum held seventy-one rounds, but he was easily using a large amount on individual targets. There were so many. And he knew the melee fighters among his group were quickly getting tired. He quickly made a decision to hold off the Dybbuk alone, giving everyone else a chance to make it to the surface. He shouted to everyone as he fired, calling to them in between bursts of fire.

"Run! I cover escape. I will- I will cover!"

Lev knew the odds were not in their favor. Rue and Dante had taken out a good twenty or so between the two, and he had cut down at least the same amount with his automatic. But the continued fire was heating up the barrel of his gun, and the horde bearing down in front of him still seemed as innumerable as they were before Lev had opened fire. The situation was beginning to look a bit grim.