Combat reflexes were a WONDERFUL thing, he would reflect later, the trigger already pulled twice even as the creature turned toward him. He leapt backwards as his first conscious thought, and was glad for it was one claw glanced off his belly armor. If he had stayed where he was, he might be trying to pick up his intestines. Instead, he re-centered his balance, and a proper firing position, right hand pushing the gun forward, left pulling it back, stabilizing it as the third bullet left the barrel. He emptied the rest of the chambers at the creature, before flicking it open with a practice twist of the wrist, one hand diving for the pouch he carried with the normal iron slugs. He knew he was going to have company out here FAST now, and wanted the creature dead before a target of opportunity or hostage came out. Not likely, he reflected, idly noting his mental processes had accelerated, giving him time to note minor details, think of utterly random things, and decided he was going to send Aurelia a message on his PDA, asking about the creature after he killed it.