The grenade detonates and almost seems like the starting gunshot in a race as the swarm hidden in the trees comes to life with a bone shuddering chorus of screams.
Turning rapidly he fires at the moving shadows emerging from the bush. The sensor in the goggles is still partially overloaded from the flare giving him only shadows and grunts to aim for. He knows it will clear in a few seconds and can hear that a lot of the rounds are making impact. Some with the dull thud of contact where a round meets flesh, but others returning the loud “ding” of metal striking metal. He quickly reloads and continues firing, turning and climbing quickly onto the roof of the beast to separate himself from the approaching horde.
With his other hand he removes