Duncan didn't bother watching where Blaine was shooting. By this point, there had to be a certain measure of trust that he was competent with the weapon, given he was alive out here in the dead zone. Instead he did exactly as he was trusted to do, covered their backs so nothing came upon them unaware.

He wasn't right in a position to answer the question when it was asked, stabbing and lopping heads and limbs of a few that came from the side street. As always when up close and personal in melee, the rule of the road was don't stand still.

He returned to his side breathing more heavily. "I took out the front runners. We should keep moving so they won't zero in. You manage that big group?"