"Yeah that's not happening," he replied flatly. He was certainly not going to sit back and hide while she took on all the risk. "I'm not a 'sit-and-hide' kind of guy, especially if someone else is stick their neck out for me. Give me a second." Feverishly he began to search his items. He'd packed light, and the rest of his gear was left behind, having forgotten about it back at the caves. Still, he was not defenseless. He pulled his knife and set it out in front of him, then dug through his belt patches, looking for anything he could use as a weapon. There wasn't much there, but the gears were turning.<br/><br/>Jamming the knife underneath one of the helmet plates, Arc pried open the small compartment and removed the tiny battery pack. Having a working navigation system would be pointless if they weren't alive to use it. Alone it was completely and totally benign, certainly nothing like a weapon. However, when one combined it with a plasma shot, it could be turned into a grenade. A bit of fishing line was wrapped around the objects, after which he cracked the plasma casing with the hilt of his knife. "Grenade," he said assertively, handing the homemade device to Madison. "It's very fragile so don't drop it. Should be enough to take one out of commission, but I don't know if it will actually kill it. But if we can take it out of the fight, that's one less to deal with all at once."<br/><br/>Arc bit his lip and shifted so that his back was against the wall opposite of the door. The shed was pretty broken down, but the dune wolves wouldn't be able to fit through the breeches. "We can take away the numbers advantage if we both stay here, shoulder to shoulder. We force them to come through the door, and they'll have to try to come in one at a time. We can try to pick them off as they try to come in. How many shots do you have?"