"Aim for the head.." Shinenzu murmured, still firing down mutants. "Reloading." He said, putting in a new magazine. Pulling out his M1911, he wasn't one to stop firing.
Red stood behind the two, who were using a ruined bulding as cover, firing. One thing clicked through Shinenzu's head. He unsheathed his knife, using it as a tactical knife, running in, lone.