Steve turns back to the drone under his foot: You son of a bitch, what the hell did you do you junkie bastard? You came to the wrong fucking house to pick a fight.

The deranged attacker squirms under his foot and growls at him through bloodied teeth and Steve fires another round into his shoulder. The arm goes limp and he screams in agony. The foam from his mouth is growing thick and he struggles to get free. Steve stamps on his chest and presses down onto him harder while shouting: I’m going to make you suffer you filthy pig!

Movement in the corner of his eye catches his attention. Sean is moving! The distraction however gives the attacker an opportunity and he catches Steve off guard knocking him to the ground by rolling under his foot.