Bloody spit pooled under Nixon's tongue, spitting it out intermittently as he stares down at the half-dead Palach, knuckles facing the floor whilst palms are pointed towards the ceiling. Blood streams out from Palach's broken nose, knuckles scraped and bloodied, Nixon's face bruised - his top brow cut open, blood staining one half of his face. Nixon goes to grab his gun but stops himself, deciding to leave instead of wasting any more time on Palach.
Seth careens into a wall while running back to Nixon, "We need to find a different exit!" Seth screams as he presses his back to the wall beside him. Nixon presses his back against the wall as well, revolver in hand. Seth glances at Nixon for a second before looking back down the hallway he just came through from, "You're looking worse for wear."
"That fucking Russian was strong." Nixon sneers as he lowers himself. A crashing could be heard through the wall they've got their shoulders pressed again. Seth jumps away from the wall and Nixon completely lowers himself to the floor as bullets fly through. Bull crashes through, immediately bringing his attention to the crouched Nixon.
He fires one shot at Nixon's shoulder, who fires back. Bull, using his momentum, dodges Nixon's shot. Seth goes to kick Bull's leg, but he retaliates, lifting it quickly and kicking him in the stomach like a horse. Seth flies back, grasping his stomach in pain, spit dripping from his mouth as he attempts to catch his breath. Bull attempts to shoot Nixon again, but Nixon decides to take Bull to the ground, grabbing at Bull's legs. Bull manages to pull one leg away, which gives him enough leeway to sprawl, straightening both of his legs whilst wrapping his arms around Nixon's body. Nixon spins his body around, attempting to use his legs to latch onto one of Bull's, but fails as Bull grabs one of Nixon's arms, pulling it into a lock before pressing the end of his pistol to Nixon's head.
Just as Bull was about to shoot, Seth fires a shot into his trigger finger. The gun still goes off but the shot was off course. Bull quickly regains his composure, lips pressed together, jaw tightened as he pulls Nixon away from him, kneeing him in the stomach before once again sprawling. Seth fires at Bull again, who quickly rolls away from the shot causing Seth to miss. Seth shot again - Bull rolled into a ball to avoid it - another shot was taken - Bull stood up and avoided it by ducking quickly under the shot - then the last shot was taken - Bull quickly evading it by simply sidestepping.
Seth clicks his tongue before throwing the gun away and taking a stance. Bull's eyes widen, a smile creeping across his face, "Shall we dance?"
Seth grits his teeth, one hand held out in front of him, blocking some of Bull's view of Seth. Bull feints a takedown and Seth remains unflinching.
"I might be outta my league here..." Bull mumbles to himself before going for a jab at Seth's face, who quickly counters, socking Bull in the jaw and causing him to stumble.
"Are you better at handling multiple people?" Seth asks.
Bull sighs, seeing as he's surrounded by both Seth and Nixon. "What now...?" Bull chuckles, "It's more than just me here..." Snake fires a shot into Seth's shoulder and he falls to the floor whilst Nixon puts Bull into a headlock.
"HEY!" Snake peaks his head from around the corner as Nixon yells, gun still pointing at Seth. "I'll kill this motherfucker if you shoot 'em!"
Snake thinks for a moment, "I don't... really care." Snake's head whips around back to Seth, legs swiftly wrapping around Snake's body as Seth puts his arm into a lock. "How!?" Snake falls to the ground with Seth, who attempts to break Snake's arm. Snake attempts to get out from the armbar, lifting his legs into the air and rolling into a new position, Seth instantly correcting himself, legs wrapped back around Snake whilst pulling his arm upward rather than downward. Snake lets out a whimper as Seth breaks his arm, Seth jolting as it cracks.
Seth takes the gun from Snake, firing twice into his head.