[When given the opportunity, Lance loves to consider all the possible outcomes and plan for them; if he can predict--or better yet, influence--the outcome of a situation, then he won't be caught off-guard. But that's a luxury he can't always afford, and in a situation like this he's better off listening to his intuition and just acting, because he also knows the risk of overthinking and second-guessing himself.
In this situation his intuition says their window to rescue the scientists is closing, but also that the rats are distracted, if only briefly. He spares only a quick glance at Ian as a signal before turning back toward the tunnel, shield and gun both raised, and picks up his pace for several strides until there's another, shockingly close shriek.
And then there's a monster, and calling it a rat is really too simplistic; the thing is horrifying, its head split into four different sections, with tentacles growing from its back and massive claws at the end of its too-many legs. What the hell, seriously.
He's stunned only a moment by the sight, but hesitates to fire for longer; he can't tell which direction the scientists have--hopefully?--barricaded themselves in, and has a sudden fear of hitting one of them with a stray bullet. But that gives enough time for the creature to make the first move, whipping a tentacle toward Lance and Ian, and although Lance moves quickly enough to block it with the shield another tentacle immediately follows, lashing out toward them both from another angle.]
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In this situation his intuition says their window to rescue the scientists is closing, but also that the rats are distracted, if only briefly. He spares only a quick glance at Ian as a signal before turning back toward the tunnel, shield and gun both raised, and picks up his pace for several strides until there's another, shockingly close shriek.
And then there's a monster, and calling it a rat is really too simplistic; the thing is horrifying, its head split into four different sections, with tentacles growing from its back and massive claws at the end of its too-many legs. What the hell, seriously.
He's stunned only a moment by the sight, but hesitates to fire for longer; he can't tell which direction the scientists have--hopefully?--barricaded themselves in, and has a sudden fear of hitting one of them with a stray bullet. But that gives enough time for the creature to make the first move, whipping a tentacle toward Lance and Ian, and although Lance moves quickly enough to block it with the shield another tentacle immediately follows, lashing out toward them both from another angle.]