Achmed ducked and dodged the charging man s attack, knocking the him unconscious with blow to the head. He crouched behind a wire rack, waiting, stilling his breathing until it was almost nonexistent. These opponents posed so little challenge that he turned his mind to avoiding the waste of supplies. He would wait, patient, until the remaining seven were all positioned in simultaneous view. One round for the rest of them, at the most two, he thought.
Conserves disks that way.