He nodded, and did a combination of limp and run after Wilding, slowing only to pull out a mask that covered from his chin to his forehead and slip it on. It was meant to keep him from breathing in dangerous gases and fumes, but it would prevent a fireball from burning out his eyes or frying his lungs if he inhaled. Or so he hoped, not able to recall what the melting point of the plastics he had used in it were, or even if he had tested it. Still, even a bib was some sort of protection, though the explosion meant he likely wasn't going to have to worry about flying explosions, maybe.<br/><br/>He paused at the entry, and did a quick peek, before setting himself to attack. Deep breathe, check the rifle, exhale, inhale, step around and level rifle, aim carefully, ensure Wilding not in the way, fire. And the mental checklist seemed to help as the air burst streaked for Nova's abdomen.<br/><br/>(Shoot 5 = 2 base + roll 3)