Damm, not now. Hurry up and finish. A few hits is nothing. Fenris took the hits and stumbles slightly shaking its head. 6 cyclinders of dull blue liquid are ejected from its back again and it quickly recovers as the cyclinders land behind him. He snarls before vanishing.
Greg looks around. All these people here, between him and Fenris. It was all for naught however. Fenris could only kill one, its mark. Others could be maimed, bled and incapacitated but nothing more. "Everyone one stop." He said dropping his rifle.