After a little bit if a small scene with the feral girl, Yuri was very alert. Yet the sudden burst of enemy spawning, the slav quickly drew his weapons and geared towards taking them out. Seeing that there was a group with him, he paused on pulling the trigger of his Defender. "Lethal force? Tell me quickly, I have a few of the enemy targets marked." Being the marksman Yuri was he kept his itchy finger on the nostalgic pistol of his. And the left hand kept a grip on the large and also nostalgic blade. Musing, Yuri saught to take out the outermost enemy that way the rest won't have to worry of others. Admist the tense and dangerous moment, the Russian teen was wondering if killing was fine. He had just arrived, and hadn't really given much thought about it. Yet all he needed was a green light.