[Now that his brain is oriented to the here and now it starts chugging along quickly. Thinking fast is the only thing that's kept Harper alive this long.]

[He spits out the blood that's still in his mouth from Dixon's hand and starts climbing to his feet, keeping low.]

You're not gonna be able to fight actual-factual, real-life wizards with freakin' rocks, moron. I managed to clock a few with a rock but only 'cause I got 'em from behind. Ranged combat, though? You won't stand a chance without a gun.

[They really need guns. Lots and lots of guns. He's so mad he doesn't have his gun.]

[He grabs Dixon by the arm trying to get him up on his feet to wheel him behind some of the ruins so they have cover.]

And I'm not going anywhere. Now that I'm away from those soul-sucking monsters I have to - I have to -

[It's never easy for him to admit he has to go help someone. He feels so stupid saying it. Always. Who needs sincerity anyway?]

[He sighs.]

Look, there's someone I need to find that ran into this exploding septic tank of a fight like an idiot. He's gonna get himself killed and that's only if he hasn't already. That's only reason I even ran into this mess.