[i]Wilson laughed as some plinked off of his armor, and his Browning began to roar. Fifty-caliber API rounds screamed out of the weapons barrel as he walked forwards to cover them. From his back, he drew his MG3, and cocked it.[/i] YO PAVEL, TAKE A REAL GUN! [i]Wilson tossed him the weapon, a full belt loaded in it. Off to Pavel's left, Wolf appeared, popping carefully placed shots from his father's SCAR-H at the enemies, hitting a few in the chest as Wilson kept them suppressed. Over the fire, Wolf shouted to Pavel. [/i] How bad's the wound?