The Behemoth roared as it was pelted by bullets from all sides. Duster took the opportunity to roll out of the Behemoth's path, his wound stinging each time his arm touched the ground. But there was no point in complaining, and he grit his teeth to keep it in. Once he felt he was a safer distance away from the monster, he pushed himself onto his feet.

He could see the copy by the light of his gun, keeping the Behemoth distracted but needing help. Despite the throbbing sensation in his left arm, he could see any large pools of blood around him. Never mind that lightheaded feeling. He ran back to the battle, heading to the Behemoth's unprotected side this time.

"Hah!" He kicked the beast right below the ribs, sending it howling, but drawing all its attention to himself.

He leaned forward, fighting every urge to hold onto his wound. A dark shadow blocked the moon. With such an easy target, the Behemoth ignored any other fighter that would be coming its way at the moment.