[spoiler]No need to apologize, I didn't say anything about it other than that he had changed ammo.[/spoiler] [i]The bullets played true, slamming hard into the tree behind which he'd taken cover, but the wood was thick enough to stop most of them. One managed to punch through the edge and graze Genral's leg, but his adrenaline was up, so he didn't even feel it. Muscle memory swung the rifle onto his back, the strap pulling tightly with a familiar comfort. Reaching down, he undid the strap locking his handgun into its holster, taking the rubber and metal grip in hand and sliding it quietly from the leather.[/i]