pulling out the first shell he could find, manus noted the severe depletion of his rounds. he'd have to look for materials to make new ones during the light hours, but for now he'd have to kill these little birds of death. since he had grabbed a regular shell, he started to load it, then stopped. if he fired, he'd likely hit kree. dropping the shell, he serched for a better one, which took the shape of a blaze shell. putting the shell in his jaw, he winced, and bit down.  orange and red flames erupted from the end and illuminated the forest around him. waving the shell at the clor, he screamed a them to draw their attention.