Utterly Mad

Well. Shit, that happened. Zar lost his cool for a bit, to say the least, and now there was a large, bleeding gash in Blackjack's face, courtesy of his blade. He doubted he'd be hearing the end of this later, but there were bigger things to worry about. Stooping down and leaping for it, Zar grabs the pistol, attempting to follow the bat's movements with the weapon and fire at the creature.