Donovan took a moment to breath in deeply. The deep and clean air filling up his nostrils. His eye was almost buried into the scope of the rifle that he now held in his grip. His body was very still, only moving with the force of his breath. The horde was coming forward and quickly. He took another breath and let his hand quickly speeze the trigger. The rifle recoild as the projectile zoomed through the air, hitting one of the creatures in the collar bone. He was off his shot, he had aimed for the creatures forhead. Must have been his healing arm. He took another breath, the muscles of his off hand quickly pulling the lever to ready the weapon once again. He took another moment and squeezed the trigger once again hitting one of the other creatures in the cheek. That was two, he wondered how many more he could get. He pulled the lever once again as Shane made his way up the ramp of the ship. Donovan tried not to focus on it too much as he releaed another projectile hitting one of the lizardmen in the side plating. The creature shrugging off the bullet like it was nothing more than an annoying nat. Donovan cursed under his breath. They were getting to close now, but he continued to open fire. Hitting several of them in shoulders and a couple in the neck. When the were too close to the ramp he spun round and went further inside. Trying to get ready for whatever was going to come next.