James growled and snatched up his sniper rifle.
"Where the fuck are you going? We aren't done!" As he shouted, he fired three shots in quick succession at Lorcan's back, but the scope had been knocked slightly off kilter and they all missed. Soon the little figure had disappeared into the trees. Grumbling to himself, James slung the rifle over his back and glanced around looking for his crowbar weapon, which had been knocked from his hand by the blast of energy from the strange revolver that the other man had used. Finding it, he picked it up and returned it to its sling.
"So, that was... unusual." He said to no one in particular.