Toshi and Argent didn't have the same problem. Their smartguns pumped short, precise bursts of fire into the creatures whenever an opening presented itself. A second monster collapsed in a heap, its head literally blown to pieces. The odds didn't look good. Three troopers were down-most definitely dead-while a fourth stared, screaming, at the mangled ruin of her left arm. That mean one fully effective trooper left, plus Keith-count him as one-half-plus my team.