He felt her wiggle free of his grasp, the woman expertly twisting to avoid a reflexive stab with the knife, and dove forward, grabbing both his bag and his revolver. He rolled to the side of the hut, and fired two shots toward where the gun sounded like it was from, before dashing to the spot where the second hut was. He figured they were magically reinforced, and dove into the door, swearing as his shoulder slammed into the door frame hard enough to make him see stars, but he got inside otherwise without injury. Quite an achievement against someone who could make the Warhammer40k orks look like marksman, judging by the amount of noise he could hear. He did start loading up the bags, waiting for her to stop firing and make her escape first, so she would disable the traps ahead of him.<br/><br/>He stuffed whatever he could into the bags, the smoke making it nearly impossible to see, so he grabbed whatever he could.