As quickly as Yuri heard Nate's cry, he swung around and saw that his shoulder was already leaking. The sight made him wince, but he winced again when a guard brought down a scmitar on his back. "Gah!!! Shit!!" With unwanted brutality, Yuri swung the bowie knife forthwith into the attacker's head entering from the bottom of his jaw. He backed off freeing his large blade from the recesses of the guard's dead head. Seeing it was unpleasant yes but they were fighting for their lives, already with a casualty he gritted his teeth with anger making him grab his blaster by the handle putting his finger on the trigger. Finally he can use the accuracy he has since he already killed someone here. "Screw this, I am using my gun. . ." Taking precise aim as he has done so many times at shooting ranges, the Russian marked two targets closing in on Nate, his spotter, firing bolts which hit the attackers square between the eyes. All of this as the blade dripped with blood as did his back. "Hngh! That hurts. . ."