Ohio is wrangling that rifle like he's going to take down a ten thousand pound armored hellbeast with it because that is exactly what he intends to do here.

The theory is good. The numbers are on his side.

"I just need one shot."

He's more confident about this than the entire rest of this exchange so far. You can drop a mgalekgolo with one round. You can do that in the rain and the murk with a thousand pounds of hurt closing in on all sides. But you have to be good, and Ohio is at least certain he is that good.

He starts to move wide, around the Hunter's left. If OK helps, he'll benefit. If not.... things will be dicey but he still thinks he can do this. Either way, he's not getting Lane and Saunders and the package out of here without dealing with this thing.

...And its buddy.

Wherever that is.

It's already a really ugly day though, so somehow it doesn't seem any worse for that.