Isixam swore, not anticipating the creature hearing him. He brought the rifle up, and began firing while yelling. "Johanna, pull back from the tree line. Not chasing if it grabs and runs."<br/><br/>Figuring it was big enough, he simple went for fire rate. After firing, he immediately regretted it, seeing the shots fly almost randomly at the target. He was a precision marksman and demolition expert, he did not do spray and pray.<br/><br/>Ranged Attacks [touch if within 150ft] 10/11/28 (27 confirm)/8 (+8/8/8/3)<br/>Damage 26/25/23(+24 if confirmed)/34 (3d6+16)<br/>*eye roll*