Hank growled like a beast as he stared at Stanley. His bloody face showed no sign of understanding what was happening at all.
'Shit!' Stanley thought. It was obvious that the man was not going to listen to him at all. Hank was still in his beastly rage and thus he would have to wait for Hank to calm down before he could tell him anything.
He kicked Hank in the chest and sent him flying away. Hank skidded along the snowy ground and slammed onto a metal light pole.
As Hank was trying to get back up, Stanley heard two gunshots, both of which landed on Hank.
Hank was startled and whined. His low intelligence at the moment only made him claw around the air in hopes of either blocking or attacking.
Stanley looked up and saw Fred shooting down with both of his guns. Neither of them was working on Hank at all.
"Fred, stay back," Stanley said. "I'll deal with this. Go help, Sol."
