(Yeah, I'm thinking that eventually he'll find a TF2 "Gunslinger" esque metal hand.)<br/>Shamus sprinted down the hallway, realizing how he must do this. The explosive could be seen and avoided if the fuse was longer than half a second, so he'd have to throw it within that time zone to fully damage and distract the freaks that had followed him. "Dear lord, thank you for letting me save a stranger and a damned police officer from the foul creatures that had followed us, and be with me as I lay down a line of explosive ass kicking on these creatures, as they only pursue damnation." He said quickly, doubting that praying would get him out of this situation easily. Shamus threw the explosive from his left hand at the last second, a forlorn grin spreading across his face.