[Billy ignored the blond's ranting. He had bigger concerns. Graham had given him an opening, and Billy was happy to take it. He braced the shotgun on his shoulder and pointed at the creature. The recoil from his first shot hit him with bruising force- odd, he had used this gun for years and had thought he was fully accustomed to it- but he realigned his shot and repeated with the second round.]

Owww. [He winced and protested, but tried to keep it quiet so the mechanic wouldn't hear.]

Think you can take it from there?