Mongrel Fell on Garrison from behind, and before Garrison could react he was violently pulled to the ground, his head smacking against the cold concrete floor as the case went flying. Mongrel began grabbing onto him, two of her arms finding both his arms before he could stop her, while the remaining pair grabbed his head and a foot in their large grasps. The two struggle on the ground and Garrison did his best to turn his body into her, trying to prevent the imposing Mongrel from taking his back. He tucked his chin down close to his chest to close off that avenue of attack and gripped the wrists of Mongrel’s arms that pinned his own. Mongrel’s sheer reach made it difficult to attempt manoeuvring out of the grip that held his foot, so Garrison did his best to tuck it between his and Mongrel’s hips to maintain some space. Garrison swung his free leg behind Mongrel’s back. While he couldn’t yet use his other leg as well, this might limit her ability to to move around him and advance position.<br/><br/><br/>Aimpoint broke into a run towards the puppet and, to the Doctor’s eyes, began firing his rifle at an incredible speed. He was still firing semi-automatic, but each crack of a bullet being sent at the shadowy form was practically stacked on top of the last. Each shot found its home even as Aimpoint squeezed off another. He continued firing at the thing’s head as he manoeuvred to get a clear shot at it's eye. Hopefully his bullet could penetrate the dark mass and still hit it's vulnerability.<br/><br/><br/>Kira nodded in response and threw a quick smile at Sabina, appreciative of the girl’s attempts to comfort her. They did help to a degree, but Kira was still far from happy. She leant against the nearest wall, sliding down until she was sitting and pulled her knees close to her chest. She took out her phone and quickly fired off a text to Sam to ask if he was ok.