"HF-OH GREAT, SO YOU'RE ANOTHER SICK BASTARD HUH!?"
Yeah no he was fucking done. He may have held back in front of the pressing weight of the Dimitrescu's trying to kill him, but at this point it was just a bunch of wolves and some man taking pleasure in it. And he sure as hell wasn't going to play nice.
"Muttering under his breath Oh you ass-"
He gritted his teeth and teared a strip of the bottom of his shirt, tying his hair up because it was making it harder to fight before cocking the gun, looking around frantically for some form of high ground to put some distance between him and the Lycans. He shot a few, aiming for their legs to slow them down-he didn't want to waste bullets trying to kill them, especially considering he didn't know how many he had.
… Pffft-
“Oh! Ah ah ahhh, don’t you even think about leaving my friend, you entered an inescapable fortress, hahaha!”
Suddenly, whatever “exit” He had, was gone in an instant, metal doors closed the entire thing.. and for salt on the wound, something literally Exploded near the door!.. maybe one of the upgraded Lycans, but whatever it was, it knocked him off of the tree.
“Oh you poor thing, you must be so hurt! Here, why don’t I give you some Assistance!?”
After he said this, “something”, landed on one of the “sTrAy DoGs”, and practically crushed them in half, it’s blood splattering everywhere, including on him, as Heisenberg just laughed manically
He barely even flinched, gritting his teeth
"'EY-YOU THREW OFF MY AIM, YOU ASS. LAST I CHECKED; SHOWS DON'T USUALLY HAVE AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION-"
He scrambled up and ran again, climbing up the tree although his time were a bit slowed down-he'd been high up so the fall had definitely at the very least twisted one of his ankles.
