Oh, lovely. That uncanny head swivel and then the rheumy, filmy eyes zoomed in on them. "Freaky as fuck," Blaine muttered, and he lifted his gun without pausing. He fired off shots in pairs, bursting heads as he kept moving, expecting Duncan to make sure nothing came up behind them while he picked off what he could from the one clip. Then he ran empty and ejected the clip, shoved it into his pocket and pulled out the next. "Any more coming?" Unfortunately, gunfire could draw the... smarter ones.