OOC: Damn. Ah well...
James flinched back instinctively as a beam of dark light blasted through the door, annihilating it. It made up his mind to act fast and he darted through the opening, taking in the situation in a flash. Grace and Makoto were inside, and their assailant was the purple dog faced thing that they had fought two nights before. It had fired the beam, but would doubtlessly be taken by surprise at his sudden appearance. The two girls were between him and the target, but it was tall, so was James, and the girls were not only shorter, but were falling to the floor. Perfect. Raising his pistol in a lightning quick snapping motion, he unloaded two rounds, directly at the third eye on the creature's forehead.
Captcha: Bullet Train. Sums up the style of entry perfectly.