Scott watched as the woman had fallen, and as they say, that was that. He turned to leave with the rest of Viktor's crew, assuming the worst for the woman. The men around him were all moving. Slinging his empty, and now useless rifle around his back, he rips his pistol out of its holster and follows them. And then he feels something yank him back by his coat.<br/><br/>He jams the short-barreled handgun against the side of the woman's head, then, realizing that she was actually still alive, grabs her by the back of her own clothing and hauls her forward alongside him.<span style="font-style: italic">"I'm not staying here to die, so if you plan on living, start hauling ass!"</span>In the moment this encounter took place, the imps had gained enough ground to be right behind them. The rest of the group, on the other hand, had a good thirty foot lead ahead of them.<br/><br/>In the hectic seconds that followed, he mixed sprinting with blindly firing behind him and pulling this woman forward with him. None of which seemed to be truly effective at getting these demons off his trail. Scott barked a quick laugh through his respirator mask, as the thought of holding a cross up to these monsters entered his mind. He figured he'd be ripped to shreds without hesitation. So, he keeps running.<br/><br/>Rather than let go of the woman to reload, Scott keeps his grip locked onto her. He instead shoves the pistol back into its holster to reload, not wanting to risk her falling again. He would have to leave her behind, with these things right on their tails. But he knew he couldn't let that happen..